A Tribute to Brewser
Brewser, RIP 10/21/20
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A lot of people have been asking, so it’s finally time for me to share the sad news.
On Wednesday, October 21, 2020 with heavy hearts we said goodbye to Brewser, the K9 Storm Factory Dog.
I feel for everyone who has ever lost a dog. There is a reason they put paw prints on monuments; these animals are more than just dogs to those who love them most. Anybody who has ever lost a dog knows how much it hurts. It’s a different type of sadness that is hard to comprehend. It takes hold and hangs on. Nothing anyone can say or do will make you feel better, the only thing that mends a broken heart is time.
We knew exactly what was in store for us when we adopted “Bobo” almost 3 years ago. He was an 8 year old large breed Pitbull mix. He was underweight and missing most of his teeth. The few he had left were ground down to stubs from chewing rocks and sticks up north where they found him. A homeless stray, he wasn’t expected to make it past 10 or 11 years old.
When we noticed him at an adoption day at a local pet food store, they said he was literally on his last chance opportunity. They gave him a bath, blow-dried his fur, and put him right at the entrance of the store to showcase him to as many people as possible. When we walked in, the first thing that drew our eyes to him was that he was completely fixated on a lime green ball, chewing happily away while kids were scruffing him left, right, and center. He had a wonderful temperament, and was really just a sweet and kind dog.
So we decided to take him home, knowing full well that our souls would be shattered sooner rather than later. But it was worth it. He loved coming to work. He loved greeting everyone who entered the K9 Storm Factory. And he loved, for the first time in his life, being truly part of a family.
Losing a dog is hard, who would subject themselves to that type of torture?
The crazy thing is that no matter how torn we feel now, no matter how many tears are shed, no matter how many times we rationally justify to ourselves that we will never, ever, in a million years, put ourselves through the same gut-wrenching pain and suffering again, we will. That’s just the way it goes. It’s the plight of a dog owner.
Chase that ball in heaven, Brew. Olaf, Boots, and Magic are there to welcome you with open arms. You’re part of our family no matter what and we loved you more than you’ll ever know.
Bobes with his trademark smile. Thanks for the memories buddy.