Brandy was a beagle always on the hunt for something to eat, and when food wasn’t an option, she wanted companionship. I hope she’s enjoying seeing her old friend, Truman, both of them restored to the vigor of their early years. I will miss her generous, loving spirit which shone clearly from her eyes. To see that light go from her eyes, and to watch her patiently bear the pain she was suffering was so hard. I know that her head will never again rest on my knee but I smile as I imagine it there. She will always have a place in my world.
With love and gratitude,
| Brandy |
| 17, Jan 2003 |
| Margaret Flott |