My name is Sarah and when I was younger, my family moved around a lot! When we moved to Pittsburgh, my parents promised to get my sister Rebecca and me a dog, so that is how we ended up with Brutus. We went to a farm and he was the runt of the litter of the puppies, but he immediately jumped up on me and I knew I had to have him. So Brutus and I grew up together. He would wait by the window until I got home from school. He slept in my bed with me on most nights. He knew when I was happy and when I was sad.

We all should have a friend like Brutus to talk with. He never argued with my like my sister or friends. He never disciplined me like my parents. He only showed love and support with his tail wagging all the time.

Brutus died at the ripe old age of 17. I was in college when I got the news. The loss of such a good friend never goes away. His happy go lucky personality and his protruding tooth will always make me smile.

Published by Marc Joseph

on October 9, 2023 (1 year ago)