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Brett

Brett

Love is a language which the blind can see and the deaf can hear.
- Donald E. Wildman

We don't know very much about Brett's life before we adopted him. We heard he was a hunting dog, from excellent lines. His owner kept him chained outside, without even a dog house to stay warm in. He didn't get fed very well. When his owner found out he was going to be blind, because Brett had inherited a genetic disease called Progressive Retinal Atrophy, he decided that he didn't want a blind dog, and that he was going to shoot him. A neighbour intervened and offered to take him. However, he was still stuck outside, lonely & cold. Then, someone who had worked with Flamborough Animal Adoptions saw him. She rescued him and brought him down to Southern Ontario.

Unfortunately, no one wanted Brett here either. After all, what good is a blind dog, right? So, after holding him for double the amount of time that they usually hold their animals, they were going to have to euthanize Brett.

However, one of the veterinary technicians I worked with had fallen in love with Brett. Although she couldn't take him, she thought she knew someone who could. She gave me a call, and we agreed to take Brett for a 2 week trial.

Poor Brett was a mess!!! He wasn't house trained, leash trained, anything trained! He was, however, one of the most loving, trusting and gentle creatures I have ever encountered. When he first came into the house, an 8 lbs. cat smacked him across the nose. Brett backed up two steps, and submissively urinated! Fortunately, Brett is a smart cookie, and was housetrained within 3 days, aced his obedience courses, and is a webpage creator extraordinaire.

Brett's blindness hasn't stopped him. He still retrieves, plays & cuddles. He is very much a human oriented dog, although he will play with his little sister. He is wonderful with children, great with adults, and other animals, although he will put upstart young pups into their place. He sleeps in bed with me (and Annie & usually at least one cat), gives kisses, and sleeps at my feet. It was Brett that convinced me that Labrador Retrievers are the breed for me.

 

It is with great sadness that I announce the passing of Brett Klodt in the early hours of Tuesday, July 24, 2001.

He was approximately 12 years old. After suffering from rather suddenly appearing symptoms of congestive heart failure, it was decided that euthanasia was the only humane option.

Brett was a wonderful companion and friend. He was my first dog, and provided loving care to not only myself and my family, but as well to the permanent and foster felines and canines that entered my life. He served as an example of what a disabled dog can do, and became a Registered Therapy dog at the age of 9.

He was not able to compete in sanctioned obedience events, but he taught me more about obedience (and disobedience) than I would have ever thought possible. He was a great ambassador for the Labrador breed, if not in terms of health, then in terms of temperament. He was also known as a representative of rescue, often having his story told by those who knew him as an example of what a rescued dog can be. Perhaps his most remarkable quality was his love - despite being neglected and chained for the first 4 years of his life, and then going to an enthusiastic, but rather naive new owner, he was everyone's friend, quick to give kisses, and never angry. His achievements were not registered in front or in back of his name, but rather in the hearts and minds of those who knew him.

He is mourned by his human family, including Dennis, Diana and Erin, and his animal family, Mary, Charcoal, Thea and especially Annie. We will, however, forever hold his memory in our hearts, and think of him with love.

Rest well, baby boy.
Leslie