Goodbye Brunton I said goodbye today to my best dog friend. Calling him my best dog friend really doesn’t do justice to the fact that he was consistently one of the most important and loving family members in my life. It’s strange to think that a person and a dog could be soul mates, but he and I had a bond that was unlike any I’ve ever seen. I adopted him 10 years ago when I would find myself mapping remote geotechnical job sites after equipment had shut down and most people were gone. He’s named Brunton after the invaluable compass that geologists use to measure the attitude of bedding. It was so comforting to have a big scary German Shepherd around. He and I would go to work together every day. We would bounce around in my truck all day dodging scrapers and bulldozers, and making sure everything was being built to specs. We formed a very tight bond being together all the time. He took his job of protector very seriously and actually got into trouble, and was removed from a jobsite, being “mouthy” when people got too close to me. Because we spent so much time together, we talked about a lot of stuff. In 2007 he and I decided to marry Kevin, which in retrospect has turned out to be our very best decision. We’ve had kind of a nomadic 10 years. We chased rabbits in Wildomar (what else are you going to do there besides meth?), took sunset walks to Pines Park in Capo Beach, ran the San Clemente beach trail hundreds of times, and most recently kept the front and back yard free of pesky neighbor cats in San Diego. As he got older he started to get tired, but no matter how he felt, he would never let me out of his sight. I will always remember the familiar tap tap tap of his toes outside of the bathroom as he waited until I was finished and he could escort me to my next destination. He’s been the 95 lb rock on the last cushion that keeps the couch from floating around the living room. He’s been the first good morning and the last good night every single day in the Stayner household. He’s been a shoulder to cry on and a giant hug when I needed one the most- and even when I didn’t need one, and just wanted to feel loved. He was exceptionally huggable. I would squeeze him around the neck and cover his nose and head in kisses. Saying “thank you” to Brunton (aka The Weeze), doesn’t even begin to convey how much I owe him for the years of loyalty and intense devotion he provided to me. I love you, Brunton with ALL of my heart and ALL my soul. I pray that we will be running on beach trails and chasing after rabbits and pesky cats together in heaven. I have to believe we will, because 10 earth years is just too short for what we have shared. Rest in peace my very dearest friend. I hate the idea of living life without you in it, but I know you’re my guardian angel now.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 03:59:13 +0000
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