My Old GSD has serious health issues

[zetstaff]

Awwwwww run free at the bridge gorgeous boy till you all meet again

[JazzHarv]

Run free to the bridge Brutas.

X

[Bob1955]

Naul, I'm so sorry Brutus has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I know my Rudi will join him there sometime soon. Take comfort in the fact that he'll be there waiting for you.

[Stuart]

So sorry to hear about poor Brutus

[Bet]

So sorry to hear that Brutus has passed

[gsdmags]

Naul,
So very sorry to hear the sad news about Brutus
The photos show him as a Handsome Gentleman, with such a kind but strong face.
Please know we are thinking about you at this sad and difficult time xxx

[wildmoor]

Naul
so sorry to hear your sad news about Brutas, his memories will keep him alive in your heart

[laney]

Im so , so sorry , more than a few of us here know how ur feeling just now , bless him , such a grand old man , take comfort that u did everything u could to make his last few days as good as they could have been , in time u will just remember the good times u had with him , take care Lx

[Christie48]

One of my dogs, Rebel, had the inner ear problem when he was around 11. The medication worked really well and he recovered almost completely, although his head had a very slight side tilt up until he went to Rainbow Bridge at just short of his 14th birthday.

[Bob1955]

Naul, I hope this helps a little:

I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

Robinson Jeffers, 1941