I still can’t believe I’m writing this. Brooke died unexpectantly on Tuesday, June 21st.
It’s taken me awhile to write because it’s been such a shock and extremely painful. Brooke was my grief counsellor when Bailey and Ben died and I can’t imagine life without her. In 2009, I saw this picture on GT and I felt a connection to the red greyhound in the pic. I pm’d her foster dad and found out a bit about her, not knowing that Bailey had cancer at the time. We said good bye to Bailey in December and then I got a call about a farm closing in PA. So we went on a road trip and visited kennels, farms, vet offices, and finally Brooke’s foster home. I wrote a story about adopting Brooke in Celebrating Greyhounds. DH fell in love with lots of the pups we visited, but I wanted to drive to Philly because I wanted to see Brooke. There was a ball game on so we got stuck in traffic in Philly and then we got lost, but I persisted and we kept going. When we met I saw that she was timid, but I have a soft spot for the shy ones, and even though I was grieving, I knew as soon as I saw her that she was the one.
The ride home..she was so sweet
Brooke turned out to be the happiest, healthiest, smartest, cutest, well-behaved , loving greyhound and we always had a strong bond from day 1. She would meet me at the door, come say hello and then run and play with her toys. She followed me around the house just to be in the same room. When you saw us on walks or at events, Brooke was always on the end of the leash I was holding. She also slept in our walk-in closet (10’ x 11’) which was more like her own private room. Many mornings I would lie down beside her and stroke her and tell her how much I loved my beautiful girl. If she wanted more petting, she’d put her paw on me and many times she would make me smile when she didn’t want me to stop. When she was on her pillow in the living room, I would lie down beside her and she would flop over and lay on me. My feel-good hormones were working overtime when she laid her head on me and gaze lovingly into my eyes.
Grapehounds...I always was the one holding her leash.
I woke up early that Tuesday morning and lied down with her while I petted her for about 15 minutes not knowing this would be the last time. When I come home now, the toys are still in the toy box, when I do laundry, no one follows me upstairs, when I get dressed in the morning, no little face is peeking up at me wanting to be pet and no paws reach out for more petting.
Losing Ben in November and now Brooke leaves me with many feelings, so many I can’t even begin to describe them. I keep asking “Why Brooke?” She was really fit, she got ample opportunity to run (which she loved loved loved), probiotics, joint supplements, dentals, etc.
“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ is bs. I am broken beyond repair.
Brooke, loving you has been the greatest joy of my life. Rest well sweet baby girl. You will always hold a special place in my broken heart.