Browndog

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My beautiful Browndog died 2 days ago. I miss her so much

I can't stop crying from the pain of losing her.

She was 6 years old but never lost the puppy in her she loved to run

and play she was a beautiful animal she was my baby.

My husband and I went to a yard sale back in 1992 and

they had all these gorgeous little puppies..all were black and white

except for one that was brown and white.

She was absolutely beautiful.

I already had 2 dogs at home and my husband said "NO!".

So I left the place reluctantly and went home layed on my bed and cried.

I wanted one of those pups so bad. He finally gave in to me and

we drove an hour back to that place and he said take the brown one.

I'm so glad we did I wouldn't give up the time I've had with her

for anything in this world.

We couldn't agree on a name so we "temporarily" called her browndog.

She deserved a much more beautiful name to suit her looks and

personality but the name seemed to stick and that is what we called her.

She was hit by a car 2 days ago.

I went looking for her because I had let her out of her run while we

were laying turf and I kept calling her to make sure she was around.

And suddenly 2 of my dogs were gone. So I called

and called and one came back. I didn't worry too much we live on

acreage in the forest and she loved to run so much.

But when she didn't come back after we'd done the turf I got in the car

and drove down the road calling her. We didn't find her.

So I came back home and me and my boy went walking

to find her. She met us on the road to our little mill.

At first sight I was overjoyed to see her but then I could see her

walking so slowly and gasping for breath obviously in pain.

I ran to her yelled for my husband to get my car so I could rush

her to the vet. I thought an animal (cougar) had attacked her

I never dreamed she'd been hit by a car.

I don't know how she made it home to me but she did.

I got in the truck to drive her and all the time kept telling her

its going to be all right I'm going to get you help please be okay.

But she kept trying to come over to me. Then she climbed up on

the seat beside me and put her nose on my lap.

She nuzzled me back and forth about 4 times then went still.

I stopped the truck and still had my hand on her and just cried "no!

don't die please don't die" but I knew she had.

I thank God for giving her the strength to make it home to me,

to be with me when she passed. I thank God she didn't

die alone out in the bush. I am so amazed she made it back to me

because she died so shortly after she was with me.

I am thankful I was there to pat her beautiful soft fur and

tell her how much I love her. I am absolutely heartbroken.

We buried her beside my pet cat "Pud" who died last year.

I'm going to make her grave beautiful though it hurts so

much to go there now. Its too cold to plant anything yet

but I will plant flowers on her grave and make it pretty for her.

I will never forget my beautiful browndog.

She was and always will be one of my babies and I will treasure

her memory. I know I will be with her again and until that day

she is alive in my heart and memory.

I love you browndog I will always love you.

I miss you terrible.

your Catherine