Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Starting the second year without Brut has been a little difficult at times. The first year was all about the loss and grieving. The second has been accepting and living without him. I think I will always be sensitive to the summer months because that is when we loss Brut.
Brut died on the 18th of June, so close to the changing of the seasons. Now we are starting fall.
The gap is closing where Brut once was. We are becoming a family of five dogs. The dogs have found their places in their packs and life is moving forward.
For the most part I am at peace, but there are many days when my heart is very still. Even though Brut's spirit is strong around here, I still get a flutter in my stomach when I realize Brut is really, really gone. The gap is closing slower for hubby, Mark and I. Sometimes it sucks to be human.
Every post I write without Brut here, is like a tiny stab to the heart.
Some days Brut and I are far apart and other days he is right next to me and then sometimes it is like there is a barrier like heavy glass between us.
I started writing this post on September 1 of this year. All I could write was a
sentence or two at a time and I'd have to put it away. It was that difficult.
I have discovered how bittersweet life without Brut can be because it is easier without him physically here. So much of my mind and time was spent taking care of him and managing his aggression. It has been trying filling all this empty space in my mind and with my time. There have been many days that I have been quite lost and depressed. I miss Brut, but I don't miss his nasty behavior. And that is really hard for me to say.
Are you ready for the season change?
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
do you think...
for chasing a chipmunk...
under the fence...
of her flower bed...
i think she will understand...
even though she had to pull me out to stop me...
what do you think?
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Self-confidence that broke the ceiling and shoved the walls. He was completely bad to the bone like that. Brut was a rock star everywhere he went.
And I miss that HUGE attitude.
The way he walked so big and proud. So sure of himself that just walking him was like his own personal concert. He was so over the top that I was and still am in awe of him. Hoping some of that confidence would rub off on me.
Brut was so solid and smooth. Every move methodically planned with grace and ease. He moved as readily as he breathed, down to the paw.
He owned it. He owned us, the neighborhood, the road, the sky. He claimed it and he let everyone know it was his. We lived by his rules and his rules alone.
And I think of all the walks we took together and what a honor it was to be part of his parade. And yet so humble that he chose to share his stardom with me.
For there will never be another Brut in this world or the next. I feel more than chosen, it was an honor to serve and be part of this being of creation.
Forever I will be humble to have lived with the greatest dog ever.
Love you forever Bruter Boy
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Fiona is our paw crosser. There seems no end to how many variation she can come up to cross her paws. She's a sensitive girl like that.
This is the first time I've seen her do this and I was able to capture it. BONUS! bol