I loooooove animals. I can just ooh and aah my way through facebook for hours on end looking at all the animals in the world but, there is one animal that has captured my heart from the moment I met him and has continued to do so for his whole life.
Having said the above, I am not usually one to be absolutely smitten with a puppy. I love them, enjoy cuddling them, adore their puppy smells but, can walk away and not think of them again.
Until I met Brady.
I had gone to Willunga to meet my new boyfriends family and they were Groodle breeders. Sam (then boyfriend, now husband) asked if I wanted to go and see the puppies and I shrugged and said ok.
There they were, lots and lots of puppies, all scrambling for my attention as well as the mum and dad of said puppies. All of these white/cream dogs, wet noses pushing through the gate hoping for a scratch or pat and then I saw him.
A rolly poly fat little dopey puppy, sitting all on his own, looking around as though he couldn’t work out where everyone else went. They were all of five feet in front of him but he didn’t seem to know that so just sat there looking as gorgeous as can be.
Well, that was the end of me.
I hadn’t had a dog in years and didn’t really pine for one until Brady. Oh I thought of him day and night after that first meeting. That first cuddle when Sam handed him to me when I asked if I could hold him. His big little paws seemed to wrap themselves around me neck to have a longer, more snuggly cuddle.
That was, until the day Sam bought Brady down to my city apartment and we became a couple. Brady and I. Me and Brady. We were a team and my gosh he was one handsome fellow.
Nine years later we are the best of friends but something has changed.
Now, it isn’t me fighting the horrid cancer but my boy Brady. Unlike me, Brady doesn’t have an action plan to get rid of it. It is deep within him and now it is up to Sam and I to keep him comfortable, provide him with all of his favourite treats and give him as many cuddles as we possibly can until the day comes.
He is on his pain medication to keep him comfortable. He sleeps a lot.
He also knows something is wrong.
Since when is he aloud to sit on Papa Sams sofa and eat a whole packet of salt and vinegar chips with him?
When did Mama Bailey decide I can have a bone in her office while she is working?
The tumor is in his left hip and has created a great deal of pain in his left leg that he can put no weight on it.
This does not stop him bringing his ball to us in the hope we’ll throw it for him to chase. I have tried to explain to Brady that running after a ball on three legs on timber floor boards is going to create all kinds of havoc.
He doesn’t quite get it.
We have carpet runners now all through the house because he simply can’t manoeuvre his three working legs on the slippery floor boards. Thankfully we have a great community that has donated carpet to us. Thank you Kirsty Binney.
The time hasn’t come yet to say our goodbyes to our boy. We don’t know how many days or weeks we have left but I can assure you, each and every day our Brady is with us, it is going to be a day to bring Brady something worth wagging his tail for.
That’s so sad ☹️ Poor Brady xx
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It is sad Mandy 😦
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Brady is such a beautiful boy! Love him, pamper him, and make these the best days ever! My prayers go out to this beautiful boy and you.
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I agree, Brady is a beautiful boy indeed. He is also a very special, patient and loving friend. Thank you for your kind words.
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Oh my god!! Lying in bed bawling my eyes out with my little man snuggled next to me😂😂😂😂😂. What can anybody say , nothing can make things better. Enjoy every moment, unfair!!! I am so sorry for you all💖💖
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Thank you for your words Kathy, we are just so happy we get some more days/weeks with Brady, that it wasn’t instant. xx
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You don’t say goodbye you say goodnight!
My thoughts and prayers are with you all. 🌹💖
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Love these words Stella! Thank you xx
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Since I was diagnosed with bc 3 years ago, I’ve lost a dog to lymphoma and another to a brain tumour. Losing a beloved friend is far worse than cancer treatment, imho. Xx
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Oh Ann, that is awful and I am so sorry 😦 I totally agree and have thought many a time how I would be prepared to go through the cancer treatment again just to have my boy happy and healthy 😦
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