Brit's Page

Brit's Memorial Page

Maybe once in your life, if you are lucky, you may have the pleasure and privilege of bonding with an extraordinary dog. This was a experience I was fortunate enough to have with my dog Brit. It's my belief, that if you look close enough and open your heart, you will learn many subtle but profound things from such a good soul, even if they are not of your own species.

Brit, a mixed breed was born in November or December 1979. I got her when she was a small puppy, during one of the lowest points in my life. She was my best friend and a joy when there wasn't much to be happy about! She was a very well-behaved, intelligent, sensitive dog who loved children. Neighbors would drop their toddlers in our back yard to play with Brit while they ran to the corner store. She was that gentle and trustworthy. Some of her best friends, other than the neighbor kids, were the mailman, her friends at obedience school, and anyone who came to visit.

In November of 1988, Brit was first diagnosed with cancer. She had surgery, but the tumor returned several months later. Further surgery would have been extensive, crippling, and did not have a good prognosis. It would only come back again within a few months. We instead decided to enjoy what time was left. The vet predicted a few weeks to at most a couple months for her to live. In this time we visited friends, did our favorite fun things, and ate ice cream! Brit lived for one and a half years after this devastating second diagnosis and in this time she taught me how to live in the moment, how to appreciate what you had in front of you. How to find joy in simple pleasures, and finally how to look at death, not be afraid, accept it, and in the end die gracefully and with dignity. On the last day of her life, even though she was weary and ready to cross over, she was still barking for her supper. My best friend was taken to The Bridge on a very sad July 22, 1990.

"Brit" You have taught me that Light follows the darkness, That hope lies beyond despair, And what really matters is invisible, It can only be seen with one's heart

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