
Today our family's beloved dog, Brandi, passed away. My sister was at her side, petting her and talking to her in her final moments, letting her know that our family loved her and that if it was her time that we'd all miss her. And with that, she passed away.
No doubt, it is always sad to lose a pet. Even now as I type this up I'm flooded with all the good and bad times with Brandi, and, of course, tears. The days she used to run wild after cats and birds in the yard, or how she always used to love to chase butterflies, though she could never catch them or get to them. Even as she aged, she would still express this vigor towards the cats, birds, and butterflies that came through our yard. Running to the back door, barking, wanting to be let loose in her old age to rid her space of "the intruders." For, even though her body was old, her spirit was young and full of that drive and vigor she held in her youth. She always expressed it at one point or another, reminding us that she still had that kick, that spark of life.
So, that's how I'll always remember her: chasing after those butterflies--happy, full of life, loved, and part of the family.
I'll miss you Brandi, especially when I return home and I know you won't be there to come to the door, gingerly waging your tail in your excitement and age. You'll still be there in some way though. In thoughts, and always as family. I love you.