Bromont died this past weekend. He was pretty much done with this world. Trudi is a mess. She loved that dog to death. I just took her to the Kansas City airport, heading off to the Tour of California. Hopefully that will be a good distraction for her.
It is so strange how you become so dependent upon being responsible for another. He shaped my life more than I want to admit. I think he made many other people’s life’s better too, which isn’t an insignificant thing.
I had a deal with Bromont. I promised to take care of him as best I could, as long as I could. We took care of each other. He was a pure joy to be around and a very good boy. I’m going to miss him like crazy.