Brewster

 

The picture above is the last picture I ever took of Brewster.  Soon after I took this picture he developed a gut issue and then died in less than 36 hours.  And the gut issue did not seem all that serious either. He even lept into the car on the way to the vet.  No one expected him to die there.  The distressing thing is that because he died so suddenly we never got a chance to say goodbye.  But the silver lining is that he never slowed down or got old.  He lived life to the fullest literally right up to the day he died.

Brewster arrived in our household in November 2015 as a 5 month old puppy. And immediately joined the aging pack of big black labs - Tank and Sheba.  Brewster energized the group.  If there was a walk in the offing he would start to bark and spin.  He did this to the day he died.  The other dogs put up with his antics, and soon after the walk started he'd go back to the normal walk routine.  Same with skiing - at the top of the downhill he'd start to bark in anticipation of the chase down the mountain.  Full of life and with his doggie grin on he chased me down the mountain the day before he died.

He loved everyone, and would follow me from room to room around the house.  If he wanted a pet he'd come up and nudge my hand.  At night he'd sleep on Stuey's bed.  He got along particularly well with Bode and they'd often sleep on top of each other (see bottom photo). They also did the stick tug-of-war thing on practically every walk.  

It's hard to believe he's gone and the house seems empty without him.  We'll miss our Brew Hooo.  We already do.

Patrick

A young Brewster and Nora

Brewster always LOVED his bones

Brewster meets Bode for the first time December 2020

The Big Three - Brewster, Tank and Sheba

Ski dog

He immediately fit in with Sheba and Tank

A Young Brewster soon after arrival - November 2015

Playing on the snow with Bode

On the ice with Bode as a puppy

Giving Stuey a tow - November 2021

Brewster and Bode napping in the car after a ski - June 2022