Colt was my second of the 3 Brittany's. Colt was my angel in life and is my angel still. He joined our family in October of 1999. Joining my first Brittany, Jordan, who left us on December 8, 2006. Colt and Jordan became very close friends, even though Jordan was 6 1/2 years older than Colt, they loved each other very much.
After Jordan died in 2006, we got my third Brittany, Kimber. Kimber joined us in February of 2007. Colt and Kimber became very good friends even though I know Colt missed Jordan dearly.
Colt lived to be a little over 11 years old. He had had his share of problems. With valley fever, seizures, bad hips and skin rashes. He never let you know he was hurting. I found out about the valley fever when I had him in the vet for seizures.
Colt, the night you left us was not expected. You were getting older and had a few problems, but we didn't think you would leave us so soon. I thought you had at least a couple years left. But the good lord had other plans for you. You did send me a big rainbow the very next day my love, and for that I am thankful. It eased the pain somewhat.
Colt, of all the dogs I have had, you were the biggest lover, and knew how to show it.
You will always be missed and remembered. There is at least one picture of you in every room in the house.
GOD BLESS you COLT, until we meet again.
The below story is so very true, it helped me get through Jordan and Colt's deaths.
Living Love
by Martin Scot Kosins
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--- you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own---seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg--very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay---you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart---As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when---along with the memory of your pet---and piercing through the heaviness in your heart---there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets--it is a love that we will always possess.
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