Those of you who read my blog would know that my dear dog was feeling very unwell.
Well, Bruno, passed away yesterday evening.
9 years, 1 month and 15 days.
When I got the news, (I wasnt at home) I didnt know how to handle it. My mum (who was with me) broke down instantly. But I was somewhere else. It all seemed like some nightmare, a part of me kept hoping it would pass, I would wake up to a wet nose hoovering over my face.
But, alas, this happened. And I wish it hadn’t.
He came to us, a little pup, had barely opened his eyes. I cannot fathom how and when 9 years have gone by.
But my baby was suffering, he was in pain, and I am glad his suffering has come to an end.
His last day with us was actually the best so far. We had lunch in the garden, he was basking in the sun. He was peaceful and calm. It made us hopefull that he’d pull through. He died in his sleep, at peace.
I would have no one to help me, lend a paw, a floppy ear when I am sad, no one to bury their furry face in my sweaters, no one to play with, to dance with, to share treats and secrets with. The mutton I got for you is lying in the fridge. There were so many things I wanted to do, if only I knew.
I am thankfull, my Christmas miracle was that despite not staying here, I got to be a part of the last leg of his journey. And for that I am ever so gratefull.
Wherever you are Bruni, I hope you are happy. Take care of Baba, Dadi and Frisky, they will love you and tell you stories. And whenever you feel like, do pay a visit, Didi shall wait for you.