I've been kind of low, since I've heard about Brutus. For a day or so I was really miserable, like I didn't know I could be. It finally dawned on me that it could hurt more to be left behind than to die oneself. I'm so afraid of dealth that I couldn't imagine this before.

I flew down on the weekend. Ready to see him the one last time. The old rascal is hanging on to life, cheerful even in his last gasp. I cried every time he tried to do something normal. But he's being spunky. And thank God he's not in any pain. My beautiful waggy dog. The best dog there ever was. Our Brutus.