Not my usual happy post

Today is a very sad day for me and my family. My furry nephew has passed. In honor of Nozzle, I wanted to post about the first day that I met him.

I was still living at home (along with my brother) and I got a call from my brother. My mom and I were sitting in the dining room when the phone rang. My brother said "hey Hol, I picked up a dog today and his name is Nozzle. I was so excited. I said "oh I can't believe you got him, let me talk to him!" So Dan put him on the phone and I talked with my nephew. (this was a while before he met his wife and this was the closest I was going to get to having a nephew for a while). I started talking with Nozzle on the phone and when I hung up my mom thought we were just teasing her (Lord knows we tried to do things like this all the time to her.....no wonder she didn't believe us).

She ended up believing us when the little munchkin walked into his new domain. He was the most interesting dog I had ever seen. He was grey/black/blond/brown all rolled into one. His attitude and personality was my brother. Fit him to a T. It's like my brother had found his soul pet.

I know that he is in a much better place chasing after my cats and sitting at the feet of my Grandma, but that doesn't mean my heart doesn't ache for my brother or his family.

I love you Noz.