Over the last four years that Brut has been gone, I have lost a lot of that motivation. It seems to be getting worse with each passing year. Most days I have a mental battle over walking the dogs, especially in the winter. What was once so easy with Brut, has become a difficult choice every day. The loss of Brut isn't the only factor at play. We are all getting older with aging bodies and arthritis that hinder our walk times, but it is the days when we can all take walks that the war inside rages on.
Brut was my heart and my heart isn't in it as much anymore. I feel like I'm burnt out when it comes to walking the dogs. When we do go for a walk, despite not having that Brut connection with our four, I still have a connection with each one on our walks. It's just so different than it was when Brut was here. I am having a hard time transferring that Brut love, that pure love of walking with the dogs, with the kids.
Our winter isn't helping either, but really that is just an excuse. It is just me, still hurting four years later for my Bruter Boy, who always made my day and our walks just a little brighter.