Two days ago we lost our lovely brindle boxer, Brutus.
He went suddenly, from an apparent heart attack right on the floor with us there to love him through it. He was 10 years and 4 months old and he lived a very, very good life and in all honesty, he died a pretty good death. He didn’t suffer much and it was fast.
He was such a huge part of our family and went on so many adventures with us. He was happy and healthy for his age right up until it happened. We had a great day that day, too. We spent the morning singing (he howled along while I played my flute along with Dave Matthew’s Bartender – our favorite song). We cuddled on the floor and played tug of war and blanket monster and gave each other hugs and kisses. He pressed into me so hard giving me a hug, I thought he would crush me with his big, barrel chest!
Then, just like that, he was gone and my heart broke in a million pieces. I am still trying to process it and to make it worse, it’s really triggering for my mast cell disease so I’m struggling there, too.
He was my best friend and my guardian and I will always cherish the time we had. Good bye, buddy. Guard the tunnel for me, okay?