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I don't post as often as I used to, but tonight I feel the need to share with those who would understand my pain the most. We adopted Brookie seven years ago as a companion and friend to our then two-year-old Havanese Milo. She was said to be a Havanese, but we beliieve she was a mix.
To give some background, this was the posting from seven years ago from her first birthday.
"For those of you, who remember Brookie's story, today is her guesstimate birthday. She was found wandering the streets of Brooklyn at 7 weeks with a broken leg. She was taken to the NYC pound where her leg was set with a cast that included a metal hook. When the poor baby walked, she sounded like Captain Hook. After we rescued her, she went through 2 other casts; the vet and orthopedic doc thought we might have to amputate her paw after all that since she had done so well on three paws for so long. We knew better. Brookie is a fighter in many ways: sweet but incredibly tough. She attacked poor Milo many times. DH and I had many arguments during the first five months over her care. We brought her to a trainer and took Puppy101 several times. Today she is a happy puppy who runs like a maniac on all four paws. She still has agressive tendancies, but we are dealing with them. We love her to death - Happy Birthday, Brookie!"
Brookie was with us for seven years. She was quirky and cute but always unpredictable. My husband and I, my son and son-in-law all bear scars of impulsive biting. We went to many training classes together, but she never stopped pulling on a leash. She was treated by a behavoralist (thanks, Dave) who taught us many training techniques for both dogs that were very effective. My vet and the behavioralist both worked together to provide her with medication that had a very calming effect. Despite all this, we never knew when something would set her off, and she would snap at us or start a fight with Milo. Following these events, she would jump on our laps and give us kisses like she was so sorry. My vet felt that she just wasn't "wired correctly." We have no idea what kind of gene pool she came from.
Yesterday she viciously attacked Milo. He was screaming, and it was very difficult to get her off him. When I finally did, there was a great deal of blood. Luckily, they were superficial cuts and Milo is OK but very sore. After discussions with our vets in Connecticut and Florida (we are in Florida right now), we had to make the gut wrenching decision to put her down. I could not risk Milo's life and endanger our children and grandchildren. It was an impossible decision - she had come such a long way and tried so hard. In the end it wasn't enough. We stayed with her until the end, and I haven't stopped crying since.
I will always remember
her walking toward us the first time with that huge metal cast
sitting next to Ken watching soccer games (she loved soccer)
our drives together to Florida (she loved the car)
her bringing us something in her mouth every time we came home
her ability to learn tricks so quickly
a million other things but mostly our love for her - she was our adopted furbaby whom we loved dearly
Thanks for giving us everything you could, Brookie. We love you so much, dear girl.
Joyce and Milo with Brookie forever in our hearts