posted on Nov, 5 2015 @ 02:24 PM
Tough morning.
Just finished burying Brodie.
He looked so peaceful, and more importantly, beyond all pain, laying there. We buried him near his favorite spot where he'd lay watching the world go
by. He'd sit there all day, rain or shine, hot or cold, just watching. Come nightfall, he'd trot over to the door ready to go to his spot in the
center of the living room to go to sleep.
The living room is safe now for late night excursions to the kitchen. I'd give a lot for it to be otherwise...
...and my sammiches are safe. But my lap is empty, no big ol' head layin' there waiting for a bit of sammich, and a rub between the eyes.
Those ghost gray eyes are now open on bright new vistas for him to sit and watch, no more creaking joints, no more cloudy vision, or sounds that he
can't quite hear anymore...
Good-bye, Brodie. We'll all see you again, one day.