But for a moment....

or, so it seems, our Wee Angus of Bristolwood was here with us. I know it was longer...we picked him up from the breeder when he was eight weeks old and we loved him the best we could for almost nine years.

Late yesterday afternoon, our Braveheart Scottie, Angus, began to show symptoms of illness. We never would have dreamed that within the course of about five hours, he would be gone, dying in the arms of Daughter on our way to the emergency veterinary hospital.

My heart is so torn. Our wee fellow left a Scottie-shaped hole in each of our hearts and we know that time alone will heal. I thank the Lord that our little Angus didn't suffer. He lived life to the fullest. The cause of his death was discovered by a sonogram....a tumor located on his spleen. It began bleeding into his stomach, taking his life.

The kids dug a deep hole and we placed our sweet boy in the backyard where he so enjoyed watching squirrels scampering about.

Oh, how we are going to miss Wee Angus of Bristolwood....