I know many of you are waiting for the next post in the Healing Communication Series but my family suffered a loss this week and I want to honor our sweet dog, Brutus. I promise to have the next Communication post up later today as well.
There’s Nothing Like the Love Of A Dog
There is nothing more devoted than a dog
They love us unconditionally.
They love us when we’re happy, even more when we’re sad, they even love us when we’re unkind to them.
That was our Brutus.
Even though the cats were bigger than he was, he knew he was 10 foot tall and bullet proof!
And he loved his family enough to die for us.
He was our constant companion. Our little bull-headed, cow-herding, horse-chasing, doxie.
He was a constant fixture at our sides. He traveled more miles than most humans do in a lifetime. And he got to live the life of leisure, spending his summers in Colorado and his winters in Arizona.
He was one spoiled, wonderfully happy, pup!
He loved being wrapped around your shoulders watching the scenery go by while driving. Or snuggled against you under the covers at bed time. If you moved around too much he’d growl and kick you, hard!
He was even the ring-bearer for Mika and Hardy’s wedding. It was adorable!
Brutus went everywhere with us. The barn, moving cattle, rodeos, cowboy church, you name, he was there. We had to lock him in a stall or tie him up when we rode because he would run around like a crazy man and try to follow our every move. If he got loose when Mika was practicing barrels, look out! He would be hot on her heels the entire pattern! Silly dog!
He had a wonderful, love filled life. But over the last couple years his health had been declining.
We had all been preparing ourselves for the end. And I thought I was ready.
He loved his family.
All his family.
We were his world.
He brought us years of love and great joy. And now our world has a big empty hole in it.
Go with God sweet Brutus.
Enjoy those big green meadows on the other side of the rainbow bridge.