My First Dog Brady

My dog Brady, that I have had since elementary school, passed away on Thursday. My Dad called me at 10:30 Thursday night, and asked me to meet them at the animal hospital because Brady was very sick. She was vomiting blood and could not control any movement in her body. In a panic I got ready and woke Dustin up to take me, I was a emotional wreck and could not drive. By the time we got there she had already passed away. I gave her a final kiss on her little head, and said my good byes. She died in my Mom's arms on the way to the vet and let out 2 barks before she took her last breath. Friday we went and gave her a funeral in Weimar at our farm. Brady was 15 years old, so she lived a long happy life. She was the sweetest little dog, putting up with me dressing her up in doll clothes and pushing her in my red wagon around the neighborhood. It's gonna be hard to go to my parents house and not be greeted by the little black dog, crying to pick her up and love on her. Brady will be greatly missed, as she brought so much joy to our family. She was a very loyal, loving companion for all five of us. Here is a picture of Brady opening her last Christmas present. This was her favorite thing to do!