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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I Never Thought I Would Grieve Over Dog Poop...

But I did.  I was cleaning up the backyard, when I noticed a pattern in the leaf piles where the dogs do their business.  Three of the leaf piles weren't being used and these three used to be busy spots for Fiona and Zappa (Back Dogs). And there were piles that had never been used now getting some attention.

There has been a definite shift since Brut has been gone almost a year.

I have leaf piles on the outer perimeter of the yard and Brut and Silver used the back part of the yard, while Zappa and Fiona took on the ones closer to the house.  Now the Back Dog Trio, Silver, Zappa and Fiona are all taking to the back of the yard ever since our last snowfall.

And I took it pretty hard.  It was another confirmation that Brut was really gone.

Since Brut died last year at the beginning of the summer nothing much changed.  We were all in shock, but as time has past, the Back Dogs, have been finding their place without their leader and it looks like they have come to terms with their new life as three.

Another sign of the times for the 24 Paws of Love.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Brut Thursday- A year ago this month

It was a year ago this month that we began what would be our last Earthly journey with Brut.  His bloody eye was only the sign of the tumor on his spleen that was bleeding into his abdomen.

This picture was taken 18 days before he died.  And my heart has never stopped feeling the loss, if it ever will.

Brut was the best of dogs and the worst of dogs, but he was always real.  Everything he taught me changed the way I think of dogs and my relationship to them.  He went against the grain and I loved that about him.

Brut was so proud of who he was, he never coward behind anyone or made excuses for being himself.  He was strong and true to his word and he taught me the beauty of his language.

He was too smart for his own fur and never turned down a challenge.  Whether it was one of his kids or me.  Brut was conniving and witty which he used to his charm and humor.  That boy understood his intelligence and was the only one who could make me laugh some days.

Brut was a bastard.  He kept a tight paw about what he wanted and didn't want and anyone crossing that line paid for it.  He also knew remorse when he'd pushed that button too far.

We understood each other.  Something I miss terribly of him.  He was the dog that really got me and I him.  Somewhere in canine heaven Brut is smiling down at this knowing exactly what I mean.  I'm a better dog mom because of Brut and I am proud to have had the honor of knowing this spiritual dog.

Somewhere up there is a star with Brut's name on it, shining for all to see.

Love ya Bruter boy!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Wordless Wednesday-Advice from a Dog

Our wonderful neighbor gave us this frame with one of our own Christmas cards after finding out that Brut died.  Good advice and words to live by from those furry paws we love so much.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Brut Thursday-New Growth and Spiritual Blessings

We were just going into beginning of spring when Brut got sick.  I was already a bit neglectful of my plants, taking care of Brut, but I didn't realize how far behind I'd gotten in my plant duties until after he died in June.  

And then that's when I saw it...a new growth on my biggest and most favorite plant, Dracena fragrans.  A new sprout coming right out of the top that was not part of the oringial growth.  See, my plants went through a bit of a drought and the top was dried out.  I was so afraid I was going to lose the plant, but a miracle happened, after my heart-and-soul dog died, a new sprout appeared and started to grow.

Grief is powerful.  It can break you down in ways you never thought possible because I'd done it again, neglecting my plants and the same thing happened.  It dried out and didn't have any new growth on it until last month when this new sprout began.  At the same time that I had this memory of Brut's death, when I felt like I cried forever.  Yet here in the quiet of God's spirit new life was beginning symbolizing my grief and spiritual growth.

This plant is so special to me I named it King (before I had Brut) and it is the only one of my houseplants that has a name.  'He' (yes, I call it a he) rules all the houseplants. And Brut my heart dog was also called the King and was ruler of the dogs and our hearts.  Amazing to me how the spiritual world works and the connections that are and can be made between love of two living beings.