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Bruce was Molly’s brother and a real pleasure to have around. Our other Westies seemed to adopt my wife as their own, but Bruce was the closest to “my dog” that there was. He was a really playful companion and earned the title of “Professional Ball Dog” honestly. He could spend hours playing with his toys and especially a red ball. Bruce loved everyone and would freely offer “dog kisses”. All of our Westies had medical issues and it sometimes seemed that God sent all the sick dogs to us because He knew they would be cared for. Bruce developed a severe case of pancreatitis. It was so bad that it was more than what our vet could handle. We made the decision to take him to the veterinary clinic at the state university, where he was placed in intensive care. We had high hopes he would recover but he developed problems with his lungs and it became apparent the end was at hand. I wasn’t present with Scottie or Molly at the end, but with Bruce it was different. I still remember how he looked at me when the vet administered the medication. It really broke my heart and to this day I feel so sad that we had to take that action. I know it was best for Bruce, but it sure doesn’t make the hurt any lighter. Bruce’s ashes now sit alongside the other Westies that have gone on. In the Bible we read that “God was pleased to have all His fullness dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through His blood, shed on the cross.” (Colossians 1:19,20). I truly believe that Christians will one day have their beloved pets at their side. I look forward to the day when my departed Westies and I can worship our Lord and Savior together in heaven.