On the 12th may 2012 a bright light came into our life, Brodie.He was black and tan, but looked like his feet and tummy had been dipped in cream. We had just lost Danny, our ESS to lymphoma and Minnie and I needed another partner for our walks.
We met up with John at Wren Kennels on the Saturday morning and Mike brought Brodie out to meet us and we immediately fell in love with him. We took him for a quick walk with Minnie to see how they got on and all seemed well, so we set off back to Oakham with our new friend.
He quickly made himself at home and loved his food, walks, water and all the love he was getting. We made plans for a boating holiday on the Norfolk Broads and I was so looking forward to seeing Brodie and Minnie enjoy splashing around in the river.
He was such a well trained dog who would sit, wait, stay, give paw and was an expert at fetching balls, but as the days went by he started to display more and more signs of aggression in the house towards my Daughters dog, Jess, our dog Minnie and against Pauline, David and myself. When he went into one of these rages he lost total control, it was almost like somebody had switched a light on and until it was switched off he was out of control. As he was our 5th Spaniel I wasn't going to give up on him that easily, although my family were now beginning to be very concerned about him and I have to admit there were times when he frightened me.
Brodie was such a bright dog and soon realised that when we went for the paper each day he got a biscuit off the owner, but Sunday morning she wasn't in and he didn't get his biscuit and was most put out. He also knew he got a Rodeo after his evening meal and a Dentystyk at bedtime. On Sunday 17th June, however, he went too far and I contacted John to say I would have to return him the following day as we did not feel we could trust him anymore, I cried all night after making the call.
The following morning I fed and walked him as normal and kept thinking “have I made the right decision”, but I knew I could not risk him attacking my Granddaughter who is a regular visitor.
Brodie was great travelling in the car and never murmured as we drove back to Stoke but I wouldn't have heard him as I was crying so much and when I got back to the kennels he jumped out and you would never have dreamed he could have had such a split personality. I gave him a big hug and kiss and John took him off to see Neil, one of the trainers for a 4 week assessment. I cried all the way home having to return Brodie so quickly after losing Danny has really affected me badly and I am now on anti-depressants and being treated for severe anxiety by my GP as I couldn't rest until I found out how Brodie was.
Sadly, this morning I have learnt from Di that after being assessed, Brodie was found to be suffering from "Spaniel Rage" and could not be placed with another owner, so with great reluctance was PTS. At least I have closure now and can hopefully move on with my life now with Minnie and our new puppy, Dennis, but I will always remember Brodie fondly for the 5 short weeks he was with us for all the great times we had together, the memories of him enjoying himself when he was obviously not a well boy. I have a canvas photo of him which is almost life sized and it will have pride of place in our house alongside Danny and I will never forget him. I would never wish the same to happen to anybody else, 5 weeks is such a short time but I fell in love with my boy as did everyone who knew him.
I would ask that breeders take more care when having puppies so that this illness does not carry on. And, for folk wishing to have Caessr take over their dog, please be honest when describing why you want your dog rehomed. It will save such a lot of heartache in the longterm.
Thanks to John and Di for all their help and understanding. Brodie you were one in a million and I know you know I loved you to bits, so please look down on us kindly from "Doggy Heaven"