It was a year ago this month that we began what would be our last Earthly journey with Brut. His bloody eye was only the sign of the tumor on his spleen that was bleeding into his abdomen.
This picture was taken 18 days before he died. And my heart has never stopped feeling the loss, if it ever will.
Brut was the best of dogs and the worst of dogs, but he was always real. Everything he taught me changed the way I think of dogs and my relationship to them. He went against the grain and I loved that about him.
Brut was so proud of who he was, he never coward behind anyone or made excuses for being himself. He was strong and true to his word and he taught me the beauty of his language.
He was too smart for his own fur and never turned down a challenge. Whether it was one of his kids or me. Brut was conniving and witty which he used to his charm and humor. That boy understood his intelligence and was the only one who could make me laugh some days.
Brut was a bastard. He kept a tight paw about what he wanted and didn't want and anyone crossing that line paid for it. He also knew remorse when he'd pushed that button too far.
We understood each other. Something I miss terribly of him. He was the dog that really got me and I him. Somewhere in canine heaven Brut is smiling down at this knowing exactly what I mean. I'm a better dog mom because of Brut and I am proud to have had the honor of knowing this spiritual dog.
Somewhere up there is a star with Brut's name on it, shining for all to see.
Love ya Bruter boy!
3 comments:
Nicely said.
Brut was a complex being. And that made him challenging and oh so lovable. He lives in your heart forever.
precious post
What a beautiful tribute to a very special being. You were blessed to have shared the journey with Brut and his ageless wisdom...and he was blessed to have had a human partner to understood his depth and needs. It is a bond that never ends.
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