My husband and I got Brite when she was 5 years old. She had been a champion in Obedience and Training and was being retired. Her owner wanted her to go to someone who would make her "princess of the palace". We felt lucky to get a dog like Brite. On the way home, she was on the seat with me in the back of the jeep and stared at me all of the way home (4 hours). It was like she had been waiting for me and was so glad to see me.
Our agreement on getting a dog was, ok in the house - but not in the bedroom. The first night - I was sticking to the agreement - my husband tells me, "we can't leave her out there all by herself". Well that did it - she slept next to me in our bedroom from then on.
She became my best friend. We are self employed and brought her to the office everyday. She was my constant companion.
Employees loved having her here, customers thought it was terrific that we had a dog a work.
She was a gentle soul and a terrific friend.
Last Thursday, the angels came to take her away. She had been sick about a week and we had taken her to WSU Veterinary Hospital - one of the best hospitals in the country. But her heart gave out. I didn't get to say goodbye and it hurts.
Here's a poem one of my employees wrote about her on the night of her passing:
Our Golden Girl
When strangers meet her, face to face
You do not know this golden girl
In many ways she's therapy
She's why we carry snausages
What about the hair, you say?
We love it when she places
Her quite presence radiates