Chad writes,
Our little friend Brandy dog, was accidently run over this morning. 
We will miss her very much. She was such a fun little squirt. Like the time I was teasing her with a varmint, on this post.
- Leslie: Woah, three months already, he's so big and beautiful! I cant
- Miriam: Hey you all, Keep the girls in your prayers. They were
- Heath C.: Whoa! Puts the rest of us to shame?! "Whaduyou mean "You
- CC: Ryder is so handsome! He is growing way too fast...I love
- Grandma Mimi: What a good looking little guy! We are so blessed!
- Mom: Thanks, Chad, for posting this letter here. For some reason,
- anna: Awwww......Those turned out so cute!
Mar 06, 2005 at 2:58 am
Devastated: Hard to beleive she’s gone. To tell the truth, I was looking forward to seeing her the most. I would rather have her show up at the airporft than my down syndrome siblings. My mom could come too, but Brandy was the main one. I missed her so much. I miss her total oblivion to thew world, how she was just so happy all the time and when she got excited she’d charge around the house as fast as her 1 inch legs could carry her. I miss spinning her around on the wood floor by her tail. I miss grabbing all four of her legs and throwing her over my shoulders and carrying her around like a calf. I miss her trying to jump onto the couch, just sitting there watching her upper half make but then her rear half would pull her back off and she’d wipe out on the floor. I miss watching her run down the stairs like a slinky. I miss having her try to sit still for pictures cuz she never did. I miss hearing her scrape her little paws on ther front door asking to come back inside. I miss thrwoing her into two feet of snow and watching her disappear. Then watch as she hops around trying to find her way out. I never even liked small dogs until she came along. I remember telling my mom what a mistake it was to actually pay for a dog as much as she did. But now as I look back I can’t help but think she was worth every penny and more. I would gladly pay that amount again if we could get a dog exactly like her. But that’s the way things go. We get a great dog or cat and they perish by some terrible means. But we gotta move on cuz they were just animals after all. But i like to think of them as more than just animals, they were family. Brandy was always one of us, not just the dog, she was Brandy…and she had personality. She had that weird fetish of Brandy Snacks. We would have to constantly be pulling her out of the kittie litter box with a giant cat turd in her mouth. But that’s what made her so funny. She was weird like the rest of us. Admittedly we never had quirks that weird but we are pretty goofy. I’m gonna miss how we;d pick on her and mom would always come to her rescue. Never gonna be able to replace her.