She'd been in and out of the Humane Society at least five times, one time showing up pregnant and giving birth to a litter of puppies overnight. She was a runner in her youth, jumping over fences in the suburban homes she'd been placed in. She was big enough to be noticed quickly on her excursions, however, and quickly returned to the Humane Society. Because of a hitch in one hip we suspected she'd been hit by a car on one of those jaunts.
I spent a lot of time working with Brandy when we first brought her home and it was obvious that she knew the basic sit, stay, come and similar commands. We worked on walking on a leash and I taught her to wait at intersections until I said it was OK to cross. When others would walk her they would be amazed that she would walk ahead of them to the intersections, sit and wait for them, allow them to walk into the street and not move until they called her.
She was very good with kids, allowing them to pet her, tug on her ample fur and even, in one case, open her mouth and peer inside, all without complaint. At the daycare a block away from the house she was favorite attraction and did her best to keep the kids herded together while the heaped her with praise and affection.
She loved to run when she was young and I would take her to the park and throw tennis balls for her chase. She would chase water flowing from the hose up and down the yard, snapping at it to try and catch it.
She was a dog that always had a smile and would greet people at the door with her tail up and eyes bright, certain they had arrived just to play with her.
A while ago, her age and old injuries caught up with her. She could no longer get up from the floor on her own because she couldn't command her rear legs to turn under her. Once given a little assistance, she would be fine and would happily trot along with the older gentleman from down the block on a walk every morning. She continued to deteriorate, though, and we were giving her medication to reduce the inflammation in her joints and to allow her to sleep through the night.
Today we decided that she was ready to go. With friends of hers and ours around us, we took her to the vet. She passed quietly, more than ready to go for all that we were sad to see her leave.
She lived a long life, longer that most dogs of her size, brought us great joy and spread that joy to so many others. She will be missed but we are also glad that she will no longer be in pain.
Good bye, Brandy. Good dog.
Five Days In May--Riverfolk--Meander