Hi all, it was a rough holiday season. On Dec. 20th I had to make the most agonizing decision of my life. My beloved best friend Bruno had been suffering, his breathing worsening over the last month of his life. He was 15 years old, a beautiful, regal Golden Retriever. The day before letting him go, he was diagnosed with LP and a large renal tumor. On the evening we took him to be put down, he came to me, with a gentle nudge and looked at me with a "Mom, I'm in trouble here" face I won't ever forget. His human kids had been at their Dad's and I know he waited for them to come home. I'm having such a hard time with the choice that I made, even knowing that letting him suffer was not an option. He used to grunt a certain special way whenever I asked him to tell me a "story" and to watch him hit the floor and roll over for tum-tums from the kids always made us giggle. He wasn't a plushie-toy kinda guy, but give him a tennis ball and grandma's swimming pool and he'd be busy for hours. As I held him, crying goodbye, I told him to wait for me, that oneday I'd meet him at the bridge. He is so very much missed and I long for the day when I can once again bury my face in his golden locks, get my kisses and a story.
Bruno, my GoldenHeart, we love and miss you desperately.
Mom, Matthew, Emily, David and your goldie brother Harley