Brawler is gone. I can hardly believe the news. I feel so, guilty somehow, and so very sad...
But he went the way he wanted to, in the ring, spurs and blood flying.
Oh, DD, despite the tough times we had together, we had some good times too. I never wished him ill. Robbie has been very sweet about it. He seems to understand that I don't love Brawler anymore, but I do love the good times we had together. And who could wish such a terrible bloody death on anyone? Even one who gloried in it.
The funeral is tomorrow.
Robbie and I fly back tonight.