Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Brodie *RIP* (1991-2006)
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Bro, Bud, BoBo, Big-head Fred, Velcro-dog, Boy, Mr. Man
Bro can usually be found under my feet. He loves squeek toys, tennis balls, squeek toys, squirrels, cats (if it runs, it will be chased) squeek toys, open car windows, oh yeah...and did we mention squeek toys?
Being mauled by puppies, being left home alone, having his nails clipped, and being pestered too much by his fursister, Xena, to wrestle.
Anything with a squeeker in it.
Any food other than yucky healthy stuff like veggies and fruit :-)
Anywhere off leash.
Looking at me with ability to allow me to see exactly what he's thinking.
Rescued from the SPCA in Vancouver, BC in February 1993, Brodie was 1.5 years old and was abused and neglected by his previous owners, then dumped in downtown Vancouver where he was picked up by animal control. His previous owner was a girl, and her boyfriend didn't like the competition for his attention so he kicked him, beat him, and dumped him off three times before we found each other. Previous owner tried to reclaim him after I'd adopted him, but I said "no way" and we've been best buds ever since.
Bro is the love of my life.
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June 29th 2006 6:46 pm
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My precious Brodie, the love of my life, died at home in my arms on Monday, June 26th at 4:30pm Atlantic Standard Time at 15 years of age. He was euthanized by our vet.
I have lost humans in my life, and never have I EVER felt the intense emotional pain that I have felt in the last few days since he died. I thought I was prepared for this....boy was I wrong.
I'm single with no children so Brodie was my world. He has been with me through thick and thin, through job changes, through multiple moves including a move clear across the country, through failed relationships, through literally everything as I grew up from my early twenties to my late thirties.
He was my rock, my support, my shoulder, and he didn't deserve to die but it was his time.
Sometimes, some things in life just don't seem fair and death is one of those things. But it is just part of the journey.
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