I rescued him from the SPCA when I was very young. He had been left abandoned, tied to the back of a porch in the middle of a canadian winter it was -30 when they picked him up. The family had moved away, leaving him to die. He was missing one of his legs. The SPCA was calling him "Pirate" while he was there. No one had adopted him due to his disability. I thought he was awesome and unique, we even connected from the start. I renamed him "Brody"
I feel the need to impress the importance of this dog to my very being. It was because of the connection to this dog, that I even became a furry, and am a border collie. It was THIS dog that I felt so strongly connected to. I spent all of my time with this dog. Most Furries have their fursonas but don't connect with the actual animal in the same way. It can be a bit tricky hanging out with a Wolf or Fox I suppose. This is just a guess though, If you've had the opportunity to hang out with your animal equivalent, bravo.
Just before I moved here from Vancouver Island, my grandfathers dog died, a Golden Lab named Ben. So, knowing I was moving and being unsure about animal housing in Vancouver, I decided to let my Grandfather take Brody in his time of loss. It was hard enough being away from Brody, I haven't seen my Dog in four months, and now he is dead. I'm told he was bright eyed and shiny coated right to the end.
....so much pain, I've never dealt with this before. My only consolation is in my 6 month old Border Collie Pup, Tobias (Toby) whom I named after Brody. Think I might go be with him for a bit actually, the screen is blurring up.
Rest in Peace mate', you'll always be my companion and brother. I'll miss you more than anything.
here's my last picture of Brody,


