September 7th, 2006
|08:02 pm - Brandy, a dog, 1990-2006|
In 1995 erickavan and I decided to become foster parents for the Ramsey County Humane Society. We filled out the paper work and went in to get our first foster. We must have had "sucker" stamped on our foreheads because they gave us Brandy. Brandy was coming up on five at that time, a mature dog in the prime of her life. She was, from the start, a bright, loving dog who took to us quickly. The time to return her to the Humane Society came and we decided to keep her.
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
Current Mood: sad
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 01:25 am (UTC)|| |
It sounds like she was a wonderful companion for all those years. I'm so sorry for your loss.
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC)|| |
She was a beauty. I am so sorry to hear of Brandy's passing.
She sounds like a wonderful friend. Looking at her picture, I just want to scratch her along her nose, between her eyes and behind those ears. Our big guy has those satellite dish ears also.
Hugs my friends!
Bye Bye Brandy.
Sorry you had to let her go. *bug hugs* * and a gentle kiss to E*
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 02:53 am (UTC)|| |
My condolences to you and Ericka. 16 is a pretty long life for a dog and I'm sure that Brandy loved you two as much as you loved her.
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)|| |
Good Girl, Brandy....
And what critter-saints you and Erika are.
p.s. You're missed, Peter.
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)|| |
Aww, I'm so sorry to hear this, but I'm sure she knew that everything was done in love and with her in mind. She sounded like a very sweet, kind, loving dog, and you were all so lucky to have found a home together.
My condolences to you both. That's rough. I like to think dogs end up in heaven where everythings a chew toy.
Oh, such a good dog! What a hole she leaves with her passing.
Extra hugs for you and Ericka. The two of you did so very well by her.
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 12:05 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm sorry for your loss. She was a terrific dog.
Re her and little kids: J has a theory that cats and dogs that have had babies themselves are somehow able to recognize human children as "the young" and to tolerate behavior from them that the animal wouldn't tolerate from adults.
We are sad with you.
K. & B
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 01:10 pm (UTC)|| |
May the wonderful memories of her console you!
Aw, sorry for your loss. :(
Me, too. What a sweet dog face.
|Date:||September 10th, 2006 08:37 pm (UTC)|| |
*hugs* Godspeed, Brandy.
|Date:||September 11th, 2006 03:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Brandy was an uncommonly — perhaps impossibly — good dog. I'm so glad she had a long, happy life with you and Ericka.
|Date:||October 8th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)|| |
Brandy was a wonderful dog -- I saw many times how good a friend she was to Ericka. Kind, thoughtful, caring -- a great companion.