Brutus

[demolition lovers]

Brutus was my first dog I ever had. When he was a puppy, I would lay under leaves and he would come find me. He took care of me when I was sick, "protected" me from delivery drivers. The last day I saw him, we were all sitting down at the dock. He had cancer, and rarely ever came down, but he did that day. He sat with all of us and kissed us all, and I truly believe he was saying goodbye.