Crochet Me Crazy

A day we have dreaded has finally come. Last night, our beloved family pet, Brindy, had a heart attack and died. She had a heart murmur since birth so we always knew that it would eventually get the best of her. We just never expected it to be this soon. She was only 3 1/2 years old. We were out last night and when we got home Brindy didn't get up and get excited like she normally does. Jeff got her and started to play with her. She started playing and getting excited...then all of a sudden, she started crying and we knew what was happening. It happened so fast. There was nothing we could do. We jumped in the truck and sped her to the emergency clinic but she was already gone by the time we got there. This is so horrible...I'm having a very hard time dealing with this. They brought her out to us in a box. We opened the box up and I wrapped her up and held her all the way home and the whole time Jeff was digging her grave. Jeff came and told me I didn't have to hold her anymore. I told him I couldn't just lay her down somewhere. I layed her in her grave with her head on her favorite toy. I just can't believe she's gone. I have to explain to you that I am not a "dog" person...Brindy was not just any dog though. She had completely stolen every member of our family's hearts. There wasn't enough "Brindy" to go around...everyone wanted her at bed time. She was very shy, sweet, and well behaved. She loved all of us and would defend us with her little 6 lb body. She was a "one owner" dog. She was terribly frightened of strangers. She never barked or misbehaved in any way. The worse thing Brindy did was occasionally she would drag a few pieces of trash out of the trash can when we left her alone. She had luxated patella's on her back legs which they say is very common for a runt, which she was, so she walked with a limp. People always thought she was an old dog. She was the little mis-fit of her litter. Her brindle coloring made her "un-breedable". She had never chewed on anything but her own toys right from the beginning. She loved to lay in the sun or bake herself in front of a heater in the winter. She put up with our other various pets over the year...rats, ducks, cats. She never barked except when someone knocked at the door. I could carry her around for hours in her dog bag anywhere and no-one would even know she was there. Her black eyes would blend in with the darkness of the bag. She actually liked to curl up in small snuggly spaces. Her favorite place was under the couch pillows.
The rest of the family is already talkinga about getting another rat terrier puppy. I am no opposed to it but I am scared. I know that the rest of the family will love and bond with any dog we get but I'm afraid I won't. We've have 2 other dogs before Brindy that I couldn't deal with and we ended up giving away. I realize how special she was and I just don't know if I will like the next one. That might sound harsh but like I said, I'm not just an any ol' dog person....I was a Brindy person.

I was going to post a picture of Brindy but the image posting doesn't seem to be working on blogger today.