Since I've had Brie since she was a puppy, her being my three-legged companion, I took it for granted how smoothly and gracefully she walks and runs. But now I have come to be fascinated that she's able to do that with ease; because as an amputee myself, when I went to see my "prosthetic man" with Brie, he brought it to my attention that what she does is not easy. Somehow she's adjusted and does it flawlessly. Now, when I bring her to the beach and let her off the leash, I am so much more aware of the speed that she can pick up, without leaning to one side. You would never know she's missing a leg. I am in awe of this amazing little being.
When Brie and I are out, people are amazed that she and I are both missing a leg. She lost her leg as a puppy when she was dropped, and I lost my leg in a car accident. The part I never tell people, because they probably would think I was making it up, is that my grandfather, who helped raise me, was also missing a leg! He lost his leg in an elevator accident when he was 17. I never mention that because it seems unbelievable and people would think I was just fooling around, but it’s true. Brie and I are missing a leg on the right side, and so was my grandfather! I don’t know what the statistical chances are of that, but if someone has an idea, I’m all ears.