I had to wake up early because I had an appointment with my psychologist. So I went to the hospital and came home about 2 in the afternoon. Finally got home getting out the car my mom tells me I must see my neighbours are moving cause all their stuff is outside. My dad went to see my neighbour and when he comes back, he confirms that they moving. It was a huge shock for me.
Why? Cause my neighbours Jack Russell dog whose name is Jackie spent most of its days at my house playing with me, eating here and stuff. So yes I’m attached to the dog like it is my own. To hear that I might not never see her again is heart breaking. I get along better with dogs than humans. This dog has been a good friend to me.
I know every morning Jackie will come and bite my feet and I’ll carry her. Sometimes she’s likes to bite my socks and take off and run. She’s cute like that. It hurts I can’t do anything about it. She’s not my dog 😦 this totally sucks. Don’t know how I’m going to get over this.
Today for many they celebrate youth day but for me its something more special. Its the day received a little pup in a small cardboard box. She wasn’t healthy and had a terrible skin condition. We took her to vet got some meds and she was looking better in no time.
Her hair grew back and couldn’t even tell she was sick. We decided to name her ‘Brandy’.
We all loved her, my mom, sister, niece, brother, father and myself. She was the 1st thing I’d look for when I woke up each day. I remember how mischief she was biting my shoes. She was really spoilt also. Instead of eating dog food chunks, my mom always cooked for her like a stew with bones and stuff.
She loved walks. Also she loves sweet things like cake and ice cream but I gave only now and then so she didn’t get worms. I always did my best to spoil her. 12 years ago she gave birth to a set of 13 pups. 4 died and 9 pups survived. We gave 8 pups and kept 1. Her son which we named him *King*.
Brandy grew up to be a health loved dog. Today would of been her birthday if she was still alive. She passed away this year january 24 2015. My heart breaks. I miss her so much. The last 3 nights before she died I was up with her all night. I was anxious, stressed seeing in so much pain I couldn’t do anything about it. My Vet said she is old and there is nothing more they can do.
January 23 2015 she took a turn for the worst. I had no choice but we decided we should put her down but its seems everywhere was closed. So that night I stayed up as much as I could. I couldn’t bare to watch her suffer. We was gonna take her to spca the next day to put her down but she had already passed away the next morning.
It was like my heart died with her that morning. Today would of been her birthday. I wish so badly that she could be here with me. All I can do is remember and cherish the memories I had with her. Even in death I worry about her. Where she is. How is she doing. I still feel that sense of responsibility cause I loved her so much.
Just want to say happy birthday my Brandy where ever you are I hope you are well. Your family loves you and misses you.
Its been 2 days now since I took my dog “Brandy” to the vet. She’s still not eating well. Its hard for me to see her that way. Its also very hard to give her medication since she’s not eating nicely. So I have to hold her while my mom forces the medication down her mouth. Its sad for me to do that but its the only thing we can do to make sure she recovers.
Keeping the faith is hard because she’s the 1st dog we ever had. She means a lot to my family. I’m kind of in a depression mode right now. All I can do is wait until the medication takes effect. So all I can do now is wait.