Bruno, My Very Special Friend. How Much I miss You.

Bruno

Of all the dog's in all the world I am so glad you chose me. It is three long years since Bruno passed away, and I have never been able to talk or write about him since. In fact, I may or may not finish this hub, as my sense of loss still overwhelms me. Every animal who has ever owned me, Bruno is the most special.

I had just lost my special companion Wolf, a German Shepherd Dog whom I had adopted from a friend whose marriage had broken up. I vowed, as we all do, that I would have no more dogs as I was placing Wolf's headstone in the back garden, over looking the fields and surrounding countryside. You see Wolf had been a challenge, as it was originally believed he would need to be put to sleep unless the army or police took him for training. 12 years later I was at his burial, saying my last fair well to a very trusted friend.

I grieved so much, I had saved a clump of Wolfs hair in a tissue that I kept under my pillow when I went to sleep at night. My ex husband, not really known for his sentimentality, announced that we were taking a drive to Co Roscommon in Eire. A journey of two hours or more, to view a litter of German Shepherd Pups. Having spoken to the breeders, Glenn had been told that only one bitch and one dog remained. 

I was adament that I wanted no more dogs, not even a small one, but I would go along for the ride and to keep Glenn company. As we approached the breeders, a huge German Shepherd Dog approached the car. He was enormous, a huge mass of black flowing hair and teeth the size of a lions. A cheerful voice shouted "Hello there, meet Beau, Mr Beau Jangles to his adoring public, don't let the size bother you he only eats little boys for breakfast." This huge elephant of a dog jumped up at the car and towered above it, he must have been at least 6' tall on his back legs. Sure enough, barking and tails wagging from an enclosed pen at the side of the house stood two beautiful German Shepherd Pups. The bitch was already starting to colour out, but the dog, much quieter, was a mass of jet black fluff. I studied them both with a non comital attitude. My husband decided to take the dog. As he was black all over and the breeders thought there was little chance of him colouring out, hence he was £100.00 cheaper.

The drive home was eventful, the little mass of fluff insisting to try and sit on my knee, crying and whining the entire drive home. I was not feeling any way inclined to accept this pup. Although the pup instantly bonded with the rest of the family, I kept my distance, but the little pup followed me everywhere. I don't know how many times I almost fell over him, pushing him away from the horses stables and trying to leave him in the back porch. One afternoon I found him sitting on top of Wolf's grave, feeling instant anger I don't know how I stopped myself grabbing him by the collar and fastening him in a stable. As I approached him, his ears upright on his head, it was as if he was giving me a crooked smile. I almost believed that Wolf had chosen him in his place to make me happy again.

Oh dear there were so many days of frustration trying to train Bruno, whose attention span was that of a knat. He had the most unbelievable stubborn streak, and not like any other dog I had known, hated going for a walk. Try as I might, I was often the laughing point of many a car driver who waved at me trying to carry, what was now getting to be a big dog. At six months old, Bruno started to get the familiar tan coloured eyebrows and gradually over the following months, he did colour out. He grew into the most handsome dog I had ever seen. And, those laughing drivers now stopped to admire him and became his fan club.  Bruno was fantastic natured with children. My son Craig used to dress him up, pull his tail and pretend he was a cow to herd him down the road into the field. He did have a quirky personality, often escaping the confines of the garden to visit the neighbours, especially if a new calf had been born, the neighbours knew to expect a visit from Bruno to give  the new born it's first once over.

Bruno rode in the car to collect the children from school. He strutted his stuff playing football in the school playing field, and was the first to appear if any tumbles had taken place, lying gently next to the poor child crying. 

His coat shone the most ebony shades of black, like a rainbow a glittering shimmering mass of colour. He protected the entire family. Slept on the bed with my godfather, who was thankfully slightly built and short.  Bruno now weighing 81/2 stone could not be shifted. He lay under Craig's cot and as Craig got older they shared a very special bond, Bruno the protector, ever by his side.

As for me, that dog knew my every move. He knew if I was sad and would chase his tail, no mean fete for such a big dog, to make me laugh. He would bring his lead when the sun shone bright, but lay by the umbrella stand if it rained.  When we visited the agricultural shows, he lay at my back, like a new born lamb does with it's mother. And whilst we walked he was forever at my side.

My relationship with Bruno was unique. As he got older he became stiffer and greyer. But he kept his loyalty no matter how hard the day became for him.

He was twelve now, and I noticed one day that he was going off his food and was straining to go to the toilet. He looked very sad and forlorn, but still insisted on his 4 mile a day walk with me. I was never allowed to go alone. I decided to take him to the vet.

After examination of his swollen stomach the vet dropped the news that Bruno had prostrate cancer. I was devastated. "You have two choices Annette, you can take him home for another week, spoil him and spend time with him. However, you must be made aware that if this tumour bursts you could find him lying in a pool of his own blood. Or you can have him put to sleep now". Realization dawned that really I had only one choice, to be brave and let my beautiful friend go.

I walked him around the garden at the back of the vets after she had given him a sedative, until his legs began to struggle under his weight. The tears cascaded down my cheeks soaking the collar of my jumper. Every part of my body screamed NOOOOO! I can't do this but my mind remained strong and faithful, determined to support my best friend.  As I lay beside him, holding his head in my arms, I struggled to take a breath. I didn't want to sob. I stifled all my cries and buried my face in Bruno's neck. He lay very still and became limp in my arms, I let go of his head and it lay limp at my side, no signs of love in his eyes. He was gone. I lay there with him, sobbing, screaming, not caring what anyone thought, this was my time to say goodbye to my companion. I slowly removed his collar from around his neck and found the strength to say "thank you" to the vet.

For days I wandered aimlessly around. Although we by then had Bouncer the Magnificent, I couldn't bring myself to stroke or pay any attention to him. I couldn't walk the same route as I had walked with Bruno, feeling desperate that I had let him down. I went back to work and tried to console myself, tried very hard to keep a brave face, whilst crying silently inside. Suddenly I felt a waft of air down my legs, I was walking beside the freezers, I instinctivly reached out my hand to rub the beautiful strong head looking round at me. Brunos tail was wagging, a trot in his step, and a reassurance in his eye that he would never leave my side.

His collar, like Lady's sits on my headboard and for many weeks I was comforted by the smell of him, and like Lady, I had him cremated and his urn in on my sideboard. I wanted to bury him in the garden in the spot he liked the best, but still I can't bring myself to do it.

There is still, and always will be a void in my life that refuses to be filled. I worshipped you Bruno and I always will. My friend this has been the hardest piece I have ever written, and with the tears again today I will wait until we meet again.

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Kristin Halsted 5 years ago

This was a tough one for me to read, but such a beautiful story. I lost my best friend, Bear, just 3 months ago,, very unexpectedly. I still can't talk about him and feel his absence every minute. I love my other two dogs, but he was one in a million and I don't think there will be another one like him. I have wondered if I will ever be able to write about him, as his story is one worth telling, Thanks for sharing your story. It helps to hear about others who feel the loss of a pet as keenly as I do.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Ahhh the great Phill Collins, we have so much in common Terry. Bless you for your lovely comment.


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Terry.Hirneisen 5 years ago from Shenandoah Valley

My kisses to Bruno and you. I know that the bond between a dog and a human can be as strong as between two humans. Only love songs designed to convey emotions between lovers can actually express the relation.

Phil Collins comes to mind:

"So take a look at me now,

'cos there's just an empty space

And there's nothing left here to remind me,

just the memory of your face

Take a look at me now,

'cos there's just an empty space

And you coming back to me

is against all odds and that's what I've got to face"

Great Hub


fantasygirl@aol.com 5 years ago

ms. blue star. i am syd's friend. her mom said we had 2 read 2nite. i did like ur storie. bye bye


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CMerritt 5 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

I too can relate to your experience. Sammy, MY dog, who left me eleven years ago, still has a spot in my heart.

thanks for sharing.


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Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

Good Morning. I found Wayne's hub page,read the article about Coversation Piece 1X Rocker's Creek and just loved it. I also read Pigs Fly. Thanks to your tip I am now following Wayne. Oh and yes... Wayne is up for an award on Sunday. Also I hope you liked part 4 of the show. At the very bottom the King and Queen are announced.


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Thank you once again b.Malin for your comments, glad to have made you cry too lol. I hope you still have many precious years left with Brandy. If I had Bruno back the only thing I would change is NOTHING, he was just so perfect.

ImChemist, glad you enjoyed my hub. It was the most difficult thing I have don on hub pages so far.


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ImChemist 5 years ago

Thanks for this great hub.


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b. Malin 5 years ago

Of course now I am crying too Bluestar...also thinking how alike Bruno and my Brandy (also a Shepard, but a Belgium Shepard) were, and how lucky we (you & I) were to share part of our lives with them. Thanks for a Beautiful Tribute.


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Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

It must have been hard having to draw from those feelings that you have stuffed deep down inside. I am glad you did share Bruno. I LOVED IT


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thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Thank you for stopping by WillStar and Mrs J.B this article has taken so much of my strength to write. I do not know how I got through it with such emotion as I was feeling. Thank you for your support once again.


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Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

OHHHHH YOU CAN MAKE ME SHED TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

We had to put down our beloved yellow lab Zoe last fall, so I know far too well the feeling.

Sad Hub indeed.

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