My 16 year old mixed terrier, Brillo, passed away in her sleep last week. It's taken me a week to get over her enough to even post this. She was my SPCA dog and I'll never forget the day I got her. I had been recently divorced & wanted to get a small-ish dog for my new smaller house. I started looking at all sorts of dogs costing more & more money. By the time I got to a $1,000 dog, I said to myself Just hold on there. Why do I want a dog? To play with, to take on walks, for a little companionship. Just take yourself to the SPCA & take a look.
So I did, & there she was. I was told she was 6 years old & was turned in by an elderly couple who just could not take care of her anymore. It was love at first sight for both of us. They told me her name was "Blondie" and I thought she just didn't look or act like a Blondie. Because she was a terrier, she had rough fur, and I thought it felt sort of like a brillo soap pad, so she got a new name "Brillo."
I had her for 10 years, and in the past year, Brillo had come down with kidney failure & congestive heart failure. I was cooking special meals for her & the kidney failure was not too bad. But the heart was getting worse & worse. I woke up one morning last week & she didn't.
I'll never forget her. Love you, Brillo!!
