When I feel this way lost, confused and sad, Brut was my rock. On days like this we would runaway into the woods. Twisting and turning through the paths and making our own. He would test my cross country skills, jumping logs and dodging branches, we made our way into our own universe. Where I would learn to let go of myself and let Brut take charge and harnass all the freedoms that came with him. Like being swept away by the wind. It was just magical the way our primal instincts took over. There was nothing like it. It was our playland and we ruled it.
Miss you Bruter boy.