Goodbye Stumpus

I heard a message on my machine when I got home from work. My Mom let me know that my old dog, Stumpus, who she calls Spunky, died last night. She called him Spunky because of his good attitude, you jokesters.....
I'm going to miss that big, old, wooly dog. What hurts most is that I always linked Stumpus to my brother Kelly. I don't know if Stumpy was more his dog, or mine, but Stumpus' mother, Sheeba, was his. I remember when we picked her up, and Kelly sat in the back of my truck, holding her, because she was afraid.

Now that Stumpus has gone, it brings back the sorrow of when Kelly died.