What a little fluff ball of terror you were. I didn't know how I was going to make it through those first few days, let alone the rest of your life. Six weeks old and you were so tough, a little bully if you will. And as hard as it was, I loved you more every day. Although it was pretty rocky that day I brought you home, there was something so special between us that will live forever.
Happy Gotcha Day Bruter.
Always missing you.
(mug created at Shutterfly.com for hubby)