Our dog Bryan

Bryan's cushionee where I put it last night for him to lie down.

This has become one of the saddest days in my life.

Our pet dog Bryan died this morning around 9:50am while we were trying to get him to a vet. Mama woke up to find him having a hard time breathing and immediately woke Popsy and me. We noticed that his gums were very pale and his limbs already growing cold. We put him in the van to rush him to a vet but since the vet med hospital here in campus is closed on weekends, we had some difficulty getting help for the poor woggie.

Bryan is now buried near the croton plant below the mastah bedroom window. He was 9 years, 3 months and 12 days old and a wonderfully affectionate dog and faithful companion.



Rest in peace, Bryan. We'll miss you.