Fourteen years ago, Che woke me up in the middle of the night coming home late from work with this scrawny mutt puppy by his side. Two of his coworkers were returning from Colorado when they saw a pickup truck in front of them pull off to the side of a busy Texas interstate and kick this dog out of the back to fend for herself. She was scared and bewildered, so they picked her up and drove her home to College Station with them. They stopped by work on the way to the animal shelter, and Che being the softie that he is, agreed to rescue her.
Brandy was so skinny you could see her ribs, and her muzzle was full of porcupine quills. But she was also the sweetest dog you could ever meet. She didn't take well to strangers (especially men) at first, but we think that's because she was abused as a puppy. We spent the next 14 years making sure she forgot about that life and knew nothing but love and happiness.
After Abbey died in November, Brandy seemed to decline rapidly. I think she missed her best friend, but today they're together again in a better place.
We love you Brandy, and we will miss you more than you can ever know. Rest in peace, my sweet beautiful girl.