Yesterday, we met with Dr. Palmer about Brutus. Before we met with him they brought Brutus int the room for us. He was just lying there limp and helpless. It broke my heart, but we all knew what the humane thing to do was. We cuddled with him for about 30 minutes. I am not sure if he knew we were there. Dr. Palmer came in and told us he felt like it was a stroke and possibly some mini strokes and that he hasn't shown any improvement at all. Mom and I said our goodbyes and Bob stayed with him.

He lived a good life. We got him when he was about 2 years old from our niece in Florida. Bob made a special trip down there to bring him home. He slept comfortably all the way and shared a McDonald's hamburger with Bob. I remember very vividly locking him and the cat in our hallway just so they'd become friends. It worked. And one of Brutus' first nights home, he pee'd on me in bed.

Brutus had a mean streak to him, especially if he did something wrong, like pee in the house. Try scolding him, he'd get pissed and attack. Or if you tried moving his blankie.

But Brutus was one of my companions during my time in NY. He and Nina kept me sane. They loved and cuddled with me and showed me unconditional love. On my worst days those dogs were right there to comfort me. He always gave me the warm fuzzies!

I Miss Him So Much!