Bruno, My Angel

by Viv
(Warrington)

Last October I lost my beloved Bruno. He was 17. I had him for 11 wonderful years. He was gentle, sweet, and my whole world. He had a bad start in life, and this showed throughout the rest of his life with me. I hope I did him proud and gave him a good life.

I can't say how much I miss him, I'm not that good with words. But how do we cope with an empty house when they are gone. How can I continue to look at the places where he lay and not see him there any more? Quite simply it is hell. The emptiness inside threatens to overwhelm me at times. How can he not be here with me where he belongs?

I hope he doesn't miss me. I hope he's happy and well where he is now and with his real Mum. Oh precious boy, I am nothing without you, just a shell. Thank you, my beloved, for those wonderful years. I wish we could do them all again. I wish I could kiss your sweet face again, stroke you, tell you that I love you, take you to the park. All gone now.

Oh how I love and miss you. xxxxxx