Something a Little Sweeter

Thank you all for bearing with us as we process and grieve Brut's death.  While still challenging and emotional, we appreciate your ear when I know it hard to listen about pain most of you have experienced before and I just want to thank you for bending yours.

So I thought I would share a beautiful love story in the making.

Zappa has always been Mark's dog from the minute he was born, Mark took care of the necessities to help bring Zappa in this world when Momma Silver didn't take right to him.  They have been tight ever since.

I had Brut and he was my dog.  It seemed equal enough.

Over time Zappa and I slowly began to get to know each other.  We really took our time.  And about that same time Mark was bonding more with Brut and having their one-on-one time.

Well after Brut died, I notice Zappa and I started to gravitate towards each other.  Next I know he was taking me under his paw.

I taught Zappa to sit and lay down with just my eyes for a treat.  Eventually he learned to do it without any inquiry from me to get his goody.  He sits down, then scoots his butt back until he's laying on the floor and then swing his legs to the side.  All the while giving me gentle paws to make sure he gets his reward.

Well yesterday he was laying down as I sat in my chair and was pawing at my leg to get my attention, but it was more like he was pulling down on my jeans. His eyes seem to be saying, "Come down here with me," like he was trying to get me to come down on the floor with him.

So I did.

Zappa rolled right into my torso and I held him.

And we stayed like that for some time.

Which is odd for Zappa because he doesn't like to be held very long nor does he lay down for very long.

But that day, he did.

For me.

For us.

For Brut.

For love.

Doesn't that just melt your heart?