When I first got Butch he was a small little thing that constantly yipped when he was awake, made walking through the house seem like traversing a mine field, and snored louder than a semi going wide open on the highway. But those were all traits that made you love him from the moment you laid eyes on him and it never stopped.
Butch never met anyone he didn’t like and even the people that weren’t all that crazy about dogs would warm up to him quickly.
He could look at me while we talked (yes, we talked many times), and I knew he understood every word I was saying. And in his own way, he spoke back. He was happiest spending time with me, riding in the car, or sitting next to me in the recliner. Give him the occasional cookie and have his favorite toy handy (his Woobie), and he was ecstatic.
Ours was a friendship that grew over the course of 12 years. We were together through the cold and snow of upstate New York as well as Katrina in Mississippi. Through it all, we were there for each other.
He left me last night. Far too soon, for our time together was not enough. But thanks to him, his life with me, and the time he gave his total love to me, I am a better person.
Remebering With Love,
| Butch |
| Russ |