My Angel Bruno
I lost you, my beloved boy, last October (2015) when the vet came to our home to put you to sleep. What hell, waiting for the vet to come and kill you. How did I do it?
You were 17 years old and had trouble walking. You no longer loved your food. I knew it was the end. Where do we find the strength to let go of what we love the most in all the world?
You were such a sweet, gentle boy who had a mean start in life. I hope with all my heart and soul that I did you proud and loved you enough - did I, beloved?
We all make mistakes. I want you back to do it all again. Oh please come back, come back...
I will love and miss you for the rest of my days. I will yearn to hold you close and kiss your sweet little face forevermore.
The house is so empty now, so cruel and bare. I cannot get another dog yet, but maybe one day I will love this way again, who knows?
Oh darling Bruno, where do I go from here? Be happy, my Angel, and play freely in heaven where you most definitely deserve to be, with Tara and Chappie.
Love you always. xxxxxxxx
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