I can't sleep. I love my dog. I LOVE my dog. Endlessly, fiercely and I am so upset to think these are his sunset years. What will this world be without him? I am desolate while just imagining it.
How will I go on?
Brutus, Brutus, I don't know what life will be without you. If only I had met you near my end, so that I could go before you had to. There is already a huge void in my heart where I miss you because you're not here and you're old and alone at home. I want you happy, my doggiest doggy.

My throat is lumpy and I'm sobbing like a baby. Oh Brutus, don't die