This picture was taken two years ago, right before the weekend my dog died. Her name was Bruni, she died of cancer in her bones, the vet had to amputate the right back leg, because it got really bad, a month later the front left leg started to get swollen, so I had to make a choice, which broke my heart. I chose this picture because honestly I still have her in my heart, and I will never forget how happy she was when I came home that week end, she even let me gave her a bath without problems. I think she knew it was her last week end with me. In this picture, you can’t see it but Bruni already had three legs and the front left leg started to get bad, so she had trouble moving that's why she was sitting down. Bruni was always so energetic, always playing, and biting stuff, it drove me mad, but also she was very lovable, and loyal she used to protect me from everything, even from my own family, when my dad or my brother tease me she used to bark at them, but she never bit anyone, I thought her better than that, she just barked, like saying “stay away”, like a warning. That’s what I see when I look at this picture, memories coming back to me. After I gave her a bath I dried her with her towel, it was pink, but it was bitten all over, Bruni liked to bite stuff, especially towels and rocks. She hated baths but she loved to be dried with the towel she thought it was playing time, and I kind of let her think so, since I use to laugh at her. it was just so funny the way she played with the towel. Bruni usually sleeps with me in my bed. You must think I’m crazy… that night when I went to sleep I hear Bruni whining, I thought that she was in pain, but it wasn’t that, she wanted to jump to my bed and she couldn’t. At that moment I knew that I had to stop avoiding to inevitable. I had to put her to sleep, she already lost her back leg and her front leg was starting to get swollen, I just didn’t wanted to lose her but it was breaking my heart seeing her like that in pain, and she was in so much pain, so I decided to take my mattress and put it on the floor so Bruni could be comfortable, and I laid next to her, and said my goodbyes that night. I couldn’t go home for like a week, I couldn’t even look at the picture for like 2 weeks, because I was never there when she was put to sleep, and I was supposed to be there. But eventually I did go home and I had to face a house without the only living thing that was truly happy to see me when I got home, and never got mad at me, even when I did. When I adopt a dog it for life, and I give all my love to my dog, I don’t consider my dogs just pets, I consider them friends and family and that’s why it was so hard for me when Bruni died, I took care of her since she was a puppy, and she was always there to make me laugh, when I was sad. I have other dogs and I love them all, and every time one of them dies a piece of my heart goes with them. But for some reason, Bruni was extra special.
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