Dog Gone

It’s been a rough week in more ways than one, good people.  Besides dealing with the shitstorm of stupid that is Freeperville, fighting off a horrific infection and The Darnold’s frantic and constant flailing to remain in power, Barbara and I lost our wonderful and too-sweet-for-words doggie girl, Brillo.

Barbara picked her up at a rescue day event at out local Petco. She told me what was happening, and I was OK with it, of course.

After a week, she had her shots and papers and was ready to come live in her forever home. I still had yet to even see her.  I was driving home from work, and Barbara called me, and advised – “Baby? She’s not the prettiest dog in the world…”

A very long pause went by, and I replied: “OK.  Just how ugly IS she?”.

When I got home I found out. The one-and-a-half-year old was mostly Scottish Deerhound and a little bit something else, which means that her outside coat looked like something you use on the sink one last time before you throw it away.

I took one look and declared: “Brillo.” This was validated when we were walking her down at the greenbelt and two young ladies came up and asked her name.  I told them, and they both dissolved into laughter.

And from that time on, Brillo she was, among other things.

She was also “Big Girl”, “Miss Demeanour”, “Miss Adventure”, “Miss Mess”, “Miss Appropriated”, “Miss Apprehension”, and many other things.

She spent all of every evening going back and forth between Barbara and I, to get pets. I mean constantly. “I would say “Go see the Mommy”, and she would trot over to that side of the couch and get petted until Barbara got tired and said : “Go see the Daddy”, whereupon I would pet her for the next 15 minutes or so.  All night. Every night.

I was referred to as “The CPO” (chief petting officer), and loved my position.

And so It went for over 14 years, until she started losing weight and energy. We tried every high-calorie food we could find.

It was Lymphoma. We said our goodbyes a few days ago.

She was a Very Good Girl.

 

 

 

 

 

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Goodbye, Pretty Girl.

10 thoughts on “Dog Gone

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a pet is devastating!

    • Tommy T says:

      Thank you – the hard part was being in the hospital / horribly ill while this was happening. Poor Barbara had to put up with me being in such bad shape AND her fur baby dying at the same time. She is the hero here.

      • Yes she is! Back in 2018 I lost my husband then four days later my dog! I could go on but it’s too depressing! Lol, still sorry to hear about your pup.

  2. Peter Adrastos Athas says:

    So sorry for your loss, buddy. Sounds like a great dog.

  3. Sylvia Cockerham says:

    I hurt for both you and Barbara. Brillo was a good dog!

  4. My deepest condolences! A good dog with a great name!

  5. Ten Bears says:

    I lost a few grand-dogs this year. There’s a reason why I don’t “do” dogs, or pets. But I like to think it a testament to my kids, or maybe me, that they all lived good long lives.

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  6. Sorry for your loss but humbled that you gave her such a wonderful life.

  7. LarrytheRed says:

    What an adorable-looking dog! So sorry.

  8. willis says:

    So sorry to hear of the loss of your Pup. She is adorable by the way…. At least you got to have her share her life with you guys for awhile. We really don’t deserve what wonderful companions dogs are so never forget her, grieve for as long as you need to, then rescue one. There are so many doggo’s that need a loving home and I think Brillo would want you to.

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