 Brutus |
Brutus
was born 1/7/96, and I had no intention of getting another dog. But strange
things happen. I was in the pet store buying food, and the manager told
me to come look at this little Dachshund, which had just arrived. He was the cutest thing in the world, and of course
she handed him to me, and he fell asleep in my hand. Well I didn’t
want to wake him, so I talked to the manager for a while. She informed
me that his papers listed his mothers’ name as Rebecca, which was
a little coincidental, and then she offered me a big discount if I would
take him, I had no choice. This little guy has more personality than all
my dogs rolled up into one. I could write a book about all the funny,
annoying, silly and loving things that he does. He’s
stubborn as heck and not afraid of anything. God forbid the gate is left
open and a dog from the neighborhood comes by; Brutus runs as fast as
those little legs will carry him and then launches himself at the other
dogs’ neck. He hasn’t actually hurt a dog eventhough he has
come away with a mouthful
of hair a couple of times. My nickname for Brutus, I can’t repeat, and his favorite thing
is either sunbathing or chasing Prairie dogs.
Brutus passed away May 18th 2011, after being in remission for 8 months. The cancer may have come back in to his bowel and he started bleeding from his anus and then he eventually stopped eating. I had him put to sleep at the vets office which was very hard since I like to have this done at home. I can't seem to write how I felt at the time because it's still really hard to think about. a lot was going on in my life at that same time and I'm overwhelmed with emotions. |