Hubby's words say it best how we are feeling:
I am sitting in my truck taking a break, looking at my favorite picture of Brut that I keep in the truck. I knew when I woke up this morning what day it was.It was Thursday. Three weeks ago today we buried Daddy Dog Brut. God I can not believe he is gone. Yes, I know he is, but for three weeks now their is a part of me that is numb. I am having a hard time doing anything. I don't want to do anything but stay home with my family of dogs. Yes, i'm going to work, but I have to force myself to go.I have to force myself to eat. For three weeks now when I get up in the morning and sit on the sofa, it is just me. For seven years every morning my Bruter Boy would be sitting next to me. We were like one unit in the morning helping each other out, so we could face whatever the new day would bring us. And I knew that no matter what happened that day, I knew that when I got home Brut would be right there to greet me. Asking how my day was and telling me about his. It was like the sun coming up in the morning and the sun setting in the evening and Daddy Dog Brut was there for me to help me make it thru another day and night. Now that he is gone, a part of me has died and it's hard to carry on. I can't write anymore. Thank you all my friends for being there. God bless you.Mark and the Paws
So sorry you're going through this. Glad that Brut lives on in his puppies and your memory.
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