Brownie

It was storm season when she came into our lives. She was a stray dog seeking shelter from the heavy rain. My mom took pity on her and gave her food and water. She never left our doorstep, so we let her in, and she instantly made herself at home as if she had always lived with us. I have a feeling that she was Barny, the dog beside her on the wall. I was only a student back then; after a few months with her, we learned she had pyometra, and we did not have the means to treat her. She left us the day after my 23rd birthday.

I miss her loud tippy-taps, especially when she plays with Hera; now, Brownie and Hera can play non-stop at the end of the rainbow bridge.

She waited for me to carry her before she took her last breath; she even smiled at me. We loved her even though the time she lived with us was short.

What I miss most about that is your loud tippy taps whenever you walk and run inside the living room. I miss the sweet chubby potato you are. I sometimes imagine you running around the house playing with Hera, but I know you ladies are enjoying your playtime on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Let's play a lot when we see each other again. I miss you so much, my baby gandas🤗