I'm sorry it couldn't have been longer... I got the phone call
about you the same day we brought Jake home and I knew I couldn't take
both of you. I stopped by just too meet you and what a wonderful boy
you were. When Jake passed, I went to the shelter but they told me you
were out on a foster to adopt. I was so happy for you, but sad for me.
And then just a couple of weeks later, there you were again, back in
the shelter. Jim and I brought you home without a second
thought and you fit in like you had always belonged here.
You always made me laugh. That big silly grin you
had, the way you tried to play like a puppy, the way your eyes lit up
when the fridge opened….. You, my friend were a tv hog. Not only did I
have to fight with Jim to get the remote control, but when I did, it
didn't work cause you were always right in front of that TV. And you
wouldn't move! You would lie down, but you had to be right up front,
your head moving back and forth as you watch it. Cartoons were great,
war movies made you perk up but westerns… now those got your
attention. If we let you, you would growl and whine at all
the horses and cows.
I knew you wouldn't be with us long but I had no
idea how sudden your leaving would be… or what a huge hole it
would make. Two weeks ago, you were climbing on the couch to be right
next to Jim, but a week later, you couldn't get up anymore. When we
found the cancer, I was still sure we could spend at least a couple
more months together. But then you took a turn for the worst and we
decided this morning that we would release you from your pain.
Dr. Kevin was ready to help us but before we could get you to him, you
passed in my arms with Sashka by your side. You left the same way you
did everything, gently and with dignity.
Thank you Brew for allowing us to find the love
once again of an old dog……… . run free my boy, the others will
welcome you.
Lovingly written by Brew's Mom.
