Sunday is for Family

I was an only child until my 10 birthday when my parents bought my sister, Brunie.  Brunie was a miniature, red Dachshund and my best friend from the first time I laid eyes on her.

My father was in the Marine Corps for 20 years, which meant many new schools for me. Being the new girl at school was no fun and then coming home to no siblings only made the situation worse.

When Brunie entered my life, I wasn't alone anymore. She spent countless hours riding in the backseat with me when Daddy 
 received transfer orders to a new post.
Our longest transfer was from Albany, GA to Philadelphia, PA.
She was always there during the awkward period of making new friends and settling into new routines. Brunie was also a great way to make new friends, because everyone wanted to meet my sweet Doxie!

I felt guilty when I graduated from high school and left home for college, leaving Brunie behind. She had always been there for me and now I was deserting her.
Little did I know that she would easily turn her love and affection over to my mother, which not only thrilled Mother, but also helped Mother cope with the empty nest syndrome.

Brunie lived to the ripe old age of 15. At the time of her death she had no teeth, was blind, deaf and her face was completely white,
but she continued to be a faithful companion until the very end.
She was a wonderful sister.

Happy Trails,