November 5th 2015 ~ The Day Our Brutus Died

It is in the darkest hour, when we are 

faced with our deepest most wrenching fears, 

that we are given the greatest strength...

 Nine years today since our Brutus died.  That day 

changed our lives forever.  As I have said before, it didn't

 kill me, but something inside of me died that day.

When Brutus died Arvid said to me, "no one ever told 

me it was going to be this hard"  Today we have Sniff in

 our lives.  I adore my Sniff and love him with all my heart,

 but my Brutus took a part of me I will never get back.  

Some days I just sit and remember.  Just for a little, 

and then my heart breaks all over again🐾💔

It's not as if I cry or grieve for Brutus every single💔

 moment, it's just that when those moments happen my heart 

is broken all over again, and though the tears have stopped, 

there are also times when I'm just drowning in them.  This

 day, this image is forever engraved in me.  Sometimes 

I really wish I didn't have such a good memory.

Brutus, my heart never stops calling your name.  

Mama loves you forever and ever.  Sniff is now our 

baby, but you will always be my baby as well ❤

No one ever told us that losing a pet is going to be so difficult.  

You were not just a pet, you were mama and dada's baby. 

When you died Brutus each day was I fought a silent battle 

within me just to survive another day without you. 

 Today we are better, but every so often a memory 

comes to us and for that brief moment/moments the grief

 is raw again.  Thank you Brutus for you taught your dada 

patience and showed him how to love unconditionally. 

Me I loved you from the moment we set eyes on you.

Brutus, you left us too soon.  I wasn't done

 loving you yet.  I never will be done 💔💔

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be

 seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart...

~Nadiya~