Our routine in the morning is one of tea and breakfast. Once Mom and Dan are awake enough, they “go feed the dog.” This is a time to let Mom smoke, feed Brandy and just sort of start the day. Mom and Brandy love one another. Brandy gets spoiled rotten, getting upwards of 5 treats.
This morning, Brandy wasn’t out waiting for breakfast and treats from Grandma. Dan checked on her and found that she had died. She was still warm. No issues, just went to sleep and never woke up. We spent the morning burying her and cleaning up the yard. And crying.
Brandy was part coyote, part German Shepard. Daniel brought her to us in October or December of 2007. I’d had a headache that day and was sleeping when he brought her in and dropped her on the bed. I tried to argue that we didn’t need a dog and that Stefan wouldn’t let us have one at the house. Daniel wouldn’t take no for an answer and called Stefan. Of course he agreed that we should have a dog.
We didn’t know she was a wild mix until we took her to the vet for shots. The vet put “mutt” on her records. She was also an escape artist. if she didn’t go over the fence, she went under it. We put her on a cable to keep her in the yard. Brandy figured out that if she ran in a circle and then straight out, she could torque and snap the cable. We went through a 50, 100 and 150 pound rated cable before we realized that we needed a linked chain. Even then she got away at times.
I also had the dog catcher meet me in Safeway and ask me not to go home alone as there was a coyote running around. He’d tried to shoot it, but missed. I told him that it was probably my dog. He shook his head and said that he knew coyotes, and that this was one. When I finished my shopping, I headed home. There was Brandy on the steps, no collar. When I explained that it was my dog, he shook his head and muttered that he almost shot my dog. From then on, Brandy wore a bright body harness.
She was a beaver dog, chewing up bones in record time. She loved treats from Grandma. Brandy was a bed hog and knew she was people. We were her pack. She was our furbaby. She will be missed.
Brandy. September, 2007 – July, 2015.
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Brandy will be missed she was a favourite on this blog. I am glad she passed quietly at home. Thinking of you all.
Thank you. We are going to Pueblo tomorrow to buy plants to put on her grave. We picked up rocks in the mountains yesterday.
I’m so very sorry. Brandy sounds like a very special member of your family. Wish I could have met her.
I wish you could have too, Aunt Janie. She loved Dan and I, but Mom was HER’s. She literally ‘purred’ for Mom.
Sorry for your loss — She sounds like a survivor.
Chas, she was a wonderful furbaby. Smart, and very protective of her ‘pack’. She was also the best when it came to knowing if someone was trustworthy.
So sorry to hear about Brandy, she will be missed. ya’ll are in my thoughts.
Thank you dear! We planted flowers on her grave. I’ll post pics soon.