Thanks Lynn, we don't know to this day why we went to get her ...chance magazine ad - and we didn't want a second dog, let alone a tiny one. Somehow we found ourselves travelling down the country, and sat in rush hour traffic we asked each other why. She was supposed to be 'just too small to show', yet once home and able to see her properly, we knew it had just been one of those inexplicable 'fate' things.Pictor, there's a jewel in your crown for giving that sweet little baby a better life!
Never any question that whatever she needed, she would get, but it was a long road. Throughout the pain and discomfort, the one constant was her spirit. She was loving, happy, and totally uncomplaining. Beautiful inside and out to us. Every year she was with us she brought us joy. Coming up 10 years since she went, but we still do get a tear for that brave little soul.Pictor - you gave that baby a good life for 6 years. That's a lot more than many get. You did a good thing.
As my husband once inadvertently said, and it stuck: 'These dogs keep us insane'Our dogs bring a lot of joy to our lives especially since the kids are grown.
Ah! Lovely - we had a brindle for over 13 years: Penny. Our boys spent their childhood with her - ridiculously naughty puppy, then wonderful companion to us all.I refused to go through that again. I stopped fostering. Fast forward to last February and I find I am bringing home a beautiful 1 year old Brindle Boxer. She is a wonder that brings joy into my life every single day.
Oh Lezlee! ..and this is why, even this morning the sight of Holly's sweet face in this thread (I only look at her photos when I feel brave), and all that I've read now, can reduce me to tears again.This was the one that pushed me over the edge on fostering. We tried so hard with this one. We have fostered since but not as much.
This article got published in Toy Breeds magazine back in 2005 also trying to bring awareness about backyard breeders.
National Brussels Griffon Rescue, Inc.
Lil Red and Holly seem to have had the same skin problem. The steroids and infection together weakened her immune system so much, she literally closed down bit by bit over a few weeks.
That last night, I'd decided that even though the vet had been reluctant to give up, she was suffering and needed help. She came to our bed around 4.30am, licked our faces and asked to be down - she died just as the birds began to sing. At lease she went on her terms.
We eagerly bring them into our lives, knowing that they'll likely break our hearts, yet we accept that because of everything they bring. No day is totally desperate with a dog by our side.
A happier photo of the two opposites we now have: Sophie, 68lbs of lovable, huggable joy, and Georgia, half as big again than Holly was, and convinced she's the boss! Both so funny and delightful.


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