I had been Brins constant visitor for over one month and he was really settled and very loved at the quarantine.
The girls who cared for him were amazing and often would come in and sit with me while Brin would dart in and out to check out the snack rations.
One day was going to be particularly amazing and one I had hoped would come.
Mark was home and was travelling down to see his old pal once more. It had been several months since they had seen each other at the dusty patrol base back in Afghanistan. To Mark, it still seemed incredible that Brin had actually made it home.
On his arrival, Mark thanked all the girls who had already done so much for Brin and then came the moment when the two old friends would meet once more.
Brin heard his voice even before he saw him. He knew exactly who was arriving. His whole body changed and his tail wagged as if it would fly from his body.
Mark was behind the door and as it lifted there was no stopping the flurry of a small brown dog who danced around Mark as if on hot coals.
He raced up and down the corridor, skidding all over the place and his energy was awesome to see. Mark whistled him back and Brin raced once more to be at his side.
There was no denying the bond between these two.
I think this photo says a lot about the relationship between Mark and Brin.
For ages they sat together and Brin didn’t take his eyes off him.
Without Mark, Brin would not have survived long enough to make it out of Afghanistan.
I think he knew.