R.I.P. Brisby, 1993-2007
Our Norwegian Elkhound Brisby has passed on. Mum called me a little after 5:30 to tell me. Dad was with him, holding him and loving on him when he passed.
I know it's for the best but the house will not be the same without him. I called him the Old Man of the House. He always accompanied me on my walks and photo shoots. He greeted anyone and everyone who came to the house. He was so genuinely loving and wanted little more than some biscuits and a good scratch behind the ears. I regret not spending more time with him, but I think that's always the case when we lose someone close. His kitty, Shelly, refused to be around him all night long. I wonder what Shelly will do now.
No matter what, I'm sure he'll still be around even though he's gone. It will always be his home.
I know it's for the best but the house will not be the same without him. I called him the Old Man of the House. He always accompanied me on my walks and photo shoots. He greeted anyone and everyone who came to the house. He was so genuinely loving and wanted little more than some biscuits and a good scratch behind the ears. I regret not spending more time with him, but I think that's always the case when we lose someone close. His kitty, Shelly, refused to be around him all night long. I wonder what Shelly will do now.
No matter what, I'm sure he'll still be around even though he's gone. It will always be his home.