Isaiah "Zay" Brady
1/25/1989 - 12/23/2002
Jake...he will show you where the lake
and tennis balls are at the Bridge....
Coby and Rich Brady
Alex Meant To Me
A few years ago a dog stepped out of a car in the dark of night, and into my heart.
Upon first sight of him I thought to myself, how could we be this lucky to find a creature with such beauty, and till the end that thought remains. It became obvious in the first week he had a problem..Horrible seizures. I didn't know what it meant, but I knew I'd do all I could to help this animal that had already sunk into my heart.
Through all the medical problems he had, it turned out looming in my body were some serious medical problems. This is where Alex became my true, loyal, and best buddy, when Sue was not here.
My girlfriend, and Love of my life Sue remained my main source of hope, and support, but when she was at work, and I was recovering at home after numerous medical nightmares, there was Alex Watching me struggle to get up, and always greeting the visiting nurse with warmth, and his usual driving motive a simple treat. When he needed help I did my best, and when I needed help he kept me busy, so I couldn't sit, and think of my medical trouble.
We had fun together as my health improved. Walks at the park, numerous walks around our neighborhood, and always him laying near me, or following me around like he was attached to me. We took rides in the car, his favorite pastime, sat near the lake just looking at a nice day. He never asked for anything, except his simple treat, and meals.
What he gave me I'll never be able to thank him for, and only he, and I know what that was. It was Devotion,Love, and his ability to keep me focused on life when it seemed very tough to move on.
Yesterday Dec. 29th 2002 I had to do the hardest task ever in my life, and that was help Alex stop his suffering from the worst medical problem (seizures), that I've ever seen. As I watched him move on to another space, all the thoughts in this note, and many more flashed through my mind. A house empty without him is almost unbearable, but I have the great memories of him on the couch, lying next to me, stealing the cat's food, and most of all at night him laying his head on my lap, and looking up with those eyes that say everything. Those who have never had a Greyhound friend like this don't have a clue what they're missing. I wouldn't trade my time with him for anything, and I mean anything. I hope I see my friend again someday, but till then I have to mend the hole in my heart, which will be next to impossible as it seems now, but Alex would want me to move on, and that's what I have to do.
Alex I Love You, and always will, and I'll never forget you.
March, 1997 - December 29, 2002
Healthy and at peace at the Rainbow Bridge waiting for
Jim and Sue