Goodbye, Brandy

She wasn't just any dog, she was my parent's dog. Brandy lived a great, spoiled life. There is no question about that....and her time was up, heck, she was almost 13 years old. But it couldn't have happened at a worse time.

This week....the week leading up to my parents death, which is tomorrow. 2 years they have been gone. Brandy was their baby and was there that day, sitting on the porch, loving life, watching the cars go by and enjoying the warmer weather. I'm sure Dad took her on the classic 5 minute walk that day.

Brandy loved the lake more then anything. Yeah, mom had to give her tranquilizers just to make it through the drive but once she was at the lake, she was in heaven. The first trip we made up to the lake after my parents death, Brandy sat on the end of the doc and stared for a good hour. She knew they were missing. I think she too was looking for peace...or waiting for my Mom and Dad to appear on the dock and take her for a spin around Half moon lake, she loved the boat. I still can't believe she was there that day. She saw it all. I can only imagine how frightened she was. The loud noise and seeing my parents, her owners, on the ground. Lifeless. It's a devastating picture to imagine. This has all just been one big nightmare and while I am trying to think maybe this is a sign that they were ready for Brandy and wanted the burden lifted from my Sister, it's hard to think that way. Who knows but I'm sad that it happened this week......terrible timing........dogs bring us a lot of joy, they die, we understand this. But this dog had a bigger meaning behind her. She was mom and dad's dog.....

We'll miss you stinky spoiled dog. Oh how my Mother would be crying her eyes out today and for many days to come. Now my Sister is left with more sadness.......

Goodbye to another piece of our family, childhood and memories of my parents life.