This was my Bruce. I called him “Brucie” and I called him my friend. I loved him very, very much. It was mainly because he loved me very, very much. But then again, he loved everyone he saw - very much. He loved life more than anyone I have ever known; he never missed an opportunity to look for squirrels, to lick you, to lean-up against you, and find something interesting in everything around him - 24/7.
Bruce had to be put to sleep last week. His hindquarters became limp - for no reason.
They think a spinal issue just came out of nowhere. He could not walk or use any of his daily, mandatory jobs. He was proud and saw himself as a protectorate, an alpha male. Bruce could have never been a paralyzed, dependent creature. But now, Bruce is a memory, very much alive in my heart and will ever be. He lived a good life and has an extremely peaceful death.
This is to my buddy Bruce.
