A Friday ritual.
A single photo.
Capturing a moment I want to pause, savor, and remember.
Our pets show love and devotion and win our hearts without ever speaking a single word.
Brutus was a black and white puppy that my brother Dave adopted in 1999. Brutus lived with Dave a few years and then spent the rest of his life at my parent’s house and was a constant companion to Dad and Mom. Part of the fun for my children in going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house was visiting with Brutus. They all have grown up with this special dog. My son David’s team won their baseball game yesterday but David said the joy of victory was spoiled for him when he learned of Brutus’ death. He was truly a family pet and we are all sad.
The beautiful picture is of my Dad and Brutus from a few years ago.
He died at home yesterday, looking into Dave’s eyes. He was a good dog and had a good life.