Yesterday my sister told me that her dog Bruno will be put to sleep next week. He is 17 years old and have aged quite a lot over the years. Recently, his legs are too feeble to walk well and he has a hard time bumping into walls. As I'm writing this blog, I am feeling a very heavy heart. Bruno has been part of our lives for so long that I really don't want to see him go. I know he's just a dog, but the bond and connection we have with him is pure love and joy. I already miss his barking, his need to cuddle on my lap, and his cuteness especially after his haircut. I can't believe his life is coming to an end. If putting him to sleep brings him peace then so be it. But, just thinking of his potential absence brings me sadness and pain. It's going to take me awhile to get over that. My brother-in-law plans to gather our family together later this week to say a final goodbye. I am not looking forward to it, and I'm afraid I just might cry. I'll cherish all the memories I have of Bruno. He's simply irreplaceable and lives in my heart.
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