Hello My Sunshine
"Sunny"
November 27, 2002 - November 7, 2007

You can't buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day;
You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart,
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not for sale,
Buy a brown-eyed puppy with
a stump for a tail.

Author Unknown

 

Oh, how I miss her. Sunny died in an accident early one morning, in what turned out to be a ill-fated day. That same morning my younger sister was badly hurt while walking in Boston. My sister thankfully is on her road to full recovery, but I lost my snuggle-bug that day. This page is dedicated to her and how special she was to everyone who knew her.

Sunny was calm. Calm for a dog, not just a Brittany. She loved stuffed toys, and anything small and squeaky. She was always at my side, and unless I was next to a main road I never had to leash her. She heeled, sat, stayed, fronted, and would lay down all on command, and hand signals to boot. She loved children and would sit nicely for the elderly at the nursing home.

Sunny loved and was loved by everyone. She even won over my father, a notorious "I don't like dogs" man. When I moved home for a while you'd often find her laying at his feet or outside in the yard with him. There was something special about her. My best friend's young son is autistic and he started to be hard to reach. Not so when Sunny was there. He loved her and when she was in the room he came out from behind the wall he had started to build. Whenever I made the turn on the road to start to their home, she would get so excited and know she was going to see "her" little boy.

One of the things Sunny loved most was putting on her orange collar and bell and going hunting. She was three before she "met" the field and a young pointer showed her what she was supposed to be finding. "Is that all you wanted?" she seemed to ask because in the next hour she had pointed out twelve birds! Perhaps it helped a field trail had just finished there... We spent many hours "hunting" and I would flush the birds for her. Lucky birds, I did not have a gun! Sunny didn't care and the first time she was shot over she never even flinched! When we'd get home under the covers she'd go and lay her head on the extra pillow on the bed. She didn't know she was a dog you see. She knew she was my best buddy, and that's all that mattered.

Sunshine, I will always miss you.