I am totally heartbroken. The little guy that I have come to love for the past few months is gone. I will probably never see him again. He is no longer around to greet me when I visit, wagging his tail, jumping on me, and being so thrilled to see me. I will never be able to spoil him again, buying him treats that he loves so much that make him so happy. I will never be able to take him to his favorite spots, the dog parks and the dog beach, again. I will never be able to see him grow up to be the brave hunting dog that he was born to be…. Brownie is gone.
I miss his puppy smell…I miss the way he asks me for a belly rub all the time. I miss his cute furry paws, his ears (one floppier than the other), his cute face full of expressions..I even miss the way he growls at me from time to time when I try to pick him up when he doesn’t want to be picked up. I just miss him so much. The pic below is him asking me for a belly rub when he was visiting my place waiting for C to pick him up.
Brownie is in a much better place now. He went to go live on a farm….kind of reminds me of how on television sitcoms and movies, parents tell the kids that the family dog went to go live on a farm when in reality, the dog passed away. Well, in this case, Brownie actually did go to the farm to his newfound life. He is now living with a retired couple who are able to stay with him all day long. There is plenty of space for him to roam around, develop his innate hunting skills, chase little rodents, and become the hunting dog that he was meant to be….It’s the perfect environment for Brownie. But that doesn’t stop the pain of missing him so much.
Brownie is just a memory now. We have had some good times. C used to bitch about how I spoil Brownie too much, turning him into a prissy dog. But I couldn’t help it. He was just so adorable.
Anyways, I’m glad my last day with Brownie was memorable and he got to go to one of his favorite places. At Top Dog Barkery, we bought him a Santa hat and cute little holiday treats. Brownie absolutely LOVES coming here. And now, I will never be able to bring him here again!
Susanna only stayed with us for about three months or so. I never even really talked to or interacted with her much until that day…..and the things I said to her that day were anything but pleasant. I pretty much just cursed her out in whatever words I knew in Spanish. I was so pissed off at her. When she went outside, I locked her out and did not let her in. She wasn’t able to get inside until my parents came home. I wanted to slap her. That night, she packed her bags and left. And that was the last we saw of her. Thank goodness.