Brandi’s Story

Brandi never really became my dog, but being a foster Mom to her most certainly gives her an important place as one of the dogs in my life.

Brandi became part of my life in the early summer of 1992.  With her came my first real experience with true animal abuse.

Our daughter, Shelly, worked part time at a Kmart store in Westland, Michigan.  One evening after she parked her car in the Kmart parking lot and started walking toward the building, she noticed a brown paper bag in the middle of the parking lot.  As she walked passed the bag, she thought she heard a noise coming from it.  She went back to check it and as she moved it, she could hear the faint cry of a puppy.  She opened the bag and inside was a puppy that was barely alive, probably no more than 3 or 4 weeks old.  It had cuts and scraps on it as well as a piece of wire wrapped around its neck.  The wire had already started growing into the skin.

Shelly immediately took the puppy to the 24-hour vet emergency clinic and called me from there.  She left the pup there and returned to work.  By the time I arrived at the clinic, they had started cleaning the wounds and removing the imbedded wire from Brandi’s neck.  She was very undernourished and weak but otherwise her condition wasn’t life threatening.  The doctor told me she would prefer that I take the puppy home because there were a couple of very sick dogs there and she didn’t want Brandi exposed to anything.  So Brandi was given her name and I took her home along with medication and puppy formula.

Within a week Brandi had almost reached her normal weight and was healing up nicely. Sabrina jumped in and played mother to her, so that made my job a little easier.  When Brandi went back for her first checkup, the vet was amazed at her progress.  They determined at that time that she was probably some type of Boxer mix.

Brandi stayed with us for about 2 months. During that time she became potty-trained and was developing into a beautiful, but very active puppy.  A lady I worked with at the Allstate Insurance Regional Office was very much interested in providing a home for her. She had just lost her dog and needed to fill a void in her life.  By then I didn’t want to give Brandi up, but I knew she would be the perfect companion for my friend.

A year after moving to Florida was the last time I communicated with Brandi’s new Mom. She told me that Brandi had grown into a beautiful, well-behaved, but very large dog. She was almost 75 pounds.  Maybe she was a Boxer mixed with Great Dane.  At any rate, I felt satisfied that I had made the right decision in giving her up to a loving home.  I really wish now that we would have stayed in touch.

It is possible that Brandi hasn’t started her journey to Rainbow Bridge yet.  She may still be enjoying her senior years with my friend from Allstate Insurance.

BRANDI ALWAYS HAD A TOY WITH HER

OLD SOCKS AND CHEW BONES ARE FUN

MAGGIE’S TAIL IS FUN TO PLAY WITH TOO.  BRANDI LOVED TO PULL TAILS

WOW, THAT WAS A REALLY HARD DAY

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