Ironic? Or the works of Brutus?
You know, I believe things happen for a reason. Ever since Brutus passed, I've been longing to just pet the heck out of a Boxer...Well, this morning, my son and I had to take our car to the dealer for an appointment...we decided to wait, so I took out his stroller, and we walked the stores in town...I stopped at the Tru-Value store just to waste time, and wouldn't you know it, down one of the isles I was in, a Boxer darted by...I turned the stroller around so fast and said to my son..."Look...Boo-Boo!" (That's one of the few nicknames we used to call him.) But come to find out, the Boxer is named Tessie, and she's the store dog! I got to pet a Boxer and my son was showered with those kisses no other breed can give!!!! It was so WONDERFUL and very theraputic to love on a Boxer. Of course I burst into tears at first, but when we left the store, I suddenly no longer had a lot of that emptiness in my heart. All that love I gave Brutus came back at me...does any of this make sense?
Isnt' it amazing how animals touch our lives? (love ya Bru!)