RIP Smithers Brake

As those of you here know, Smithers Brake, aka Smithers Crosbie, aka "Bumdarts" (to Nick's friends) was put down Friday. Jill and I just picked up his ashes with Mom, who plans to keep them at St Philips until eventually they will be buried with Bob (not for a long time we hope!).
He had a very quick decline over the last week-- when I got here, he was in great shape except for some problems with his back legs, and everyone was worried about Ellie. Anyway, he suddenly stopped eating and drinking, and we barely got a wag out of him during Nick's birthday party (where the pictures were taken). He was still wanting to join the party though, and had his wits about him. But a few days later, he could barely move, so Mom made the big decision.
He will no doubt be missed by those who had the chance to live with him particularly (Jill and Sue) and remembered fondly for his love of unlikely foods (lettuce, for example), his love of being held in strange positions, and his unrelenting good humour.
He was as happy a dog as Abby was an unhappy cat!























