Regular viewers of my blog are aware that most of my posts are light hearted and humorous.
I intend to go back to that format in future posts.
I would like to take this opportunity to write about an adopted member of my family. My dog "Brittany."
I rescued Brittany twelve years ago when she was only a few months old. I knew from the moment she came home with me that she was special. I watched her evolve, through hard work and training, from a mischievous puppy to one of the most loyal and obedient dogs I ever met or owned.
Brittany could walk for hours and loved to play. Almost everyone that met her always said she was one of the most beautiful dogs they ever saw.
Brittany slowed down a little these last few years due to her age, which was considered normal.
However,this past year she started to slow down considerably. I took her to the vet and after running some tests discovered that it was cancer.
The vet stated that there was not anything that really could be done and only gave her a few months. The best advice the vet could give was a to make her as comfortable as I could.
I watched Brittany physically deteriorate these past few months. I was amazed that her spirit was still so strong. The mind and spirit was there but the body was not able.
Two weeks ago the pain became to great and the time had come. I had to make the decision a pet owner never wants to make.
I hated making that decision but knew it was the correct decision. I believe Brittany knew it to.
It's hard to come home every night, knowing she is no longer there to greet me at the door. I still sometimes look for her in the morning when I wake up.
R.I.P. Brittany. You are missed & loved. Thank you for the past twelve years.