Brutis was my sweet, gentle giant dog. He thought he was a person. He would sit on the couch with his paws on the floor and hind legs on the couch and watch TV. He had big brown eyes, and sometimes they were sad eyes because he had so much loose skin around his eyes that the skin would droop. He had wrinkles on his forehead that I loved to pet. He would lay his ears back when he was happy or when he knew he had been naughty. When he was really excited he would growl in his throat almost like he was trying to talk to me. He was my Angel.
He was the biggest dog most people had ever seen. I was proud of him, he was a very well-behaved dog and he was beautiful. He was my baby. I miss him. My heart hurt when I had to let him go, I can't believe he is gone. Is it better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? I don't know right now. I loved this dog so much and am so sad he is gone. But I am glad I got a chance to know and love and care for him. I hope this aching in my heart will go away. I will never forget my Brutis.