Brook

A fairy tale some may call us, but we are not, we have no happy ending.<br><br> I do dog agility with my Shih Tzu, we have trained hard and well, and I have been looking for the best of the best, a Border Collie. Borders are smart, fast, and focused. At the local shelter in January, I found her, Brooklyn. A Border Collie mix. She was smart, fast and focused. The best part was she loved me. <br> I visited her every week, playing, letting my dad watch us. He was the only one who didn’t want her. I kept visiting, teaching her tricks. Roll over, speak, play dead. My dad wasn't impressed and unmoved on "No". <br> But on June 5th, she was adopted. I cried for days, and my dad promised something, if she came back, we would get her. I was depressed, had dreams of her, I took her on runs through fields of flowers, and we went camping and chased squirrels. Every morning it hit me, she wasn't there. Everyday was a drag, I was just waiting for the night to carry me away to her. <br> In the middle of a cool September night, I woke up out of breath, I forget what I saw in my head, but it somehow lead me to the Shelter's list of dogs for adoption. I blinked once, then again. It was true, Brook was back! I pounded on my parent's door screaming "BROOK IS BACK BROOK IS BACK!!" <br>I heard my dad groan " Oh no how did this happen!" <br> He wasn't happy, but he kept to his promise. We went to the shelter so that my Shih Tzu could meet Brook. On the way there, I was nervous, not just because of what was about to happen, but of the dream I had a night before, a dream I didn't share with my dad.<br> I led Brook out to the dog yard, after that everything was a flash. It did not go well, my dog's head was in her mouth, him yelping and Brook was shaking him. We quickly separated them, my dog was fine, just a scratch. But Brook found the taste of blood. Many more attacks came from that, many dogs hurt, and finally, she was put to sleep. <br><br> I still remember that dream I had that night before. A worker at the shelter was telling me she was a Pit Bull. Then she attacked the worker, then the rest of the dogs in the shelter, all were dead. But some how, I still felt safe with her, with death surrounding us, I knew that she wouldn't hurt me. Then a man with a dart gun bursted through the door…<br><br>I still dream of her, more walks, camping and running on the beach. She may not be earthly here, but she is always with me.