Bruno, you may have been a pound dog
But you were my friend and a whole lot more, for eleven years.
I was never quite sure how old you were, not that it mattered or I cared.
You were a gentle soul with a heart of gold, you helped so many dogs and their owners.
You and I were a team, from dog training to school dog safety education.
The kids just loved you, I think if the truth be known, Bruno, you were more popular than I.
Together, we weathered the ups and downs of life but we never missed our daily walks and chats.
You were a great photography assistant you used to stand patiently by, while I snapped away,
I know you gave me the occasional “Look” as if to say “Hurry Up”.
The one thing I still smile about and will never forget, is what a lousy traveller you were, black plastic bags, newspaper and baby wipes, were the order of the day.
I never went anywhere without them because man could you chuck. We never cracked that problem, so we learned to live with it.
You had never been really ill, in all the time you had lived with me, so it broke my heart to watch you stagger around that morning. I knew you didn’t have a lot of time left.
So, with a heavy heart, you and I took our last ride together.
I watched you, as you closed your eyes for the last time, you were a special dog Bruno, a gentle soul, who I was lucky enough, to have known and loved for eleven years.