Dear Brandy,
When we brought you home eleven years ago we loved you so much, and love you still. When Lukey and I played with you, you were the sweetest dog in the world, and tolerated everything from a wagon ride to my naps on your stomach. You helped mommy get elected by wearing your campaign sign when I walked you at the baseball fields, and everyone who met you loved you. You helped many children get over there fear of dogs bigger than themselves, and
you made the whole city your friend.
All those days when I was sick in bed, you sat right by my side. Through all the hard times, you were my best friend, and sometimes I felt you were my only friend. You seemed to know when anything was wrong, and were always ready to be hugged and
let your soft fur wipe away the tears.
When we you were eight and we got you your own pet, Flirt, you were such a good mother to her, and you were her best friend. I know she loved you even though she liked to jump on you and bite your ears, because she copied everything you did.
When you got sick, even though you were in pain and taking more medication than anyone in the family, all you ever wanted to do was make us happy. You would wait eagerly by door when we came home, and wait patiently for Flirt to jump all over us before you rubbed against us for some petting. You were the best pet anyone could have asked for, and you had a great life.
When we made the decision to end your suffering, it was the hardest thing I could do. I walked into that room with tissues, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of letting you go. As we placed you on your rug, surrounded with family and pictures of your wonderful life with us, I knew you would be happier, and no longer in pain. I can’t wait to see you again, but just know how much your family misses you.
Have fun, until we meet again.
With all our hearts,
| Brandy |
| Jill Brandenberg |