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3/4/12

This is a post I just really wanted to make before today was over.

I took this picture yesterday. That’s Bruno my sister’s dog. This is his story.

Near the begining of this year, my sister started working at the dog pound. She wants to be a vet, like Nea (Andrea). When she was taking me home one day, she was all excited and told me to help her with something. She said she fell in love with a dog at the pound and wanted to foster him. He was gonna be put down if she didnt. Obviously this dog was Bruno. I was against bringing him in. He had heartworms, and water in his lungs. I was scared he might get my other dogs sick. But, whatever I always end up listening and doing whatever my sister tells me to for some reason.

I thought my parents would be completely against it the day that she brought him home. But surprisingly, they didnt care all that much. She told them it was just until she found him a home, but I knew she was lying. She was planning on keeping him.

Bruno was such a good dog. He was the first dog I’ve ever had that was relaxed, and actually stayed where you put him. He loved being cozy under practically anything he could get under. He didnt move very fast. Or very much. He barked a lot. I think he sort of loved to bark. Its not like, he barked at every little thing. Just when theirs a commotion, like the other dogs are barking, or someone came over to visit.

My sister would feed him by putting plain dog food in his bowl. But that changed. She ended up having to force feed him through a syringe because he just refused to eat. She even left for two days, and me and my mom had to do it. It was messy buisness. But he got stronger, and started to eat on his own. He got better. My parents thought he wasnt gonna make it after the first time he got bloated with water. But he did.

I remember the first time we took all the dogs out in my backyard. My backyards huuuuge. Like really big. My dogs got the chance to run around all together and it was such a nice and breezy day. My mom and dad and sister came out too. We were all in our backyard, watching our dogs explore and play and chase and run. Bruno would try and chase them, but end up being left behind. Sometimes he would just leave while everyone was around and just lie in the sun to sunbathe. It was really nice having everyone do their own thing, but we’re all still so close.

After that first time I would take out all the dogs in the backyard by myself. I would always feel like I was in Harvest Moon when I did. My dogs would be all over the place. But Bruno, after he finished his buisness, he would go and sit in the sun and enjoy it. He would lie down, and just look so comfortable and in peace. I dont think theirs anyone else in my family who loved the feeling of the sun more than he did.

He would always love to be all cozy. He would sneak into blankets and onto people. If someone was laying down on the couch, he would be laying on top of them. Lying whatever little crevice he could find. Sometimes people would accidently sit on him. He would never make any noise though. Everytime he got hurt, he would maybe make a silent whine. It was wierd.

He hated Nala (my schnauzer/yorkshire). Well, ok maybe not hate. Ok yes hate. He would always growl and snap at her. She would just go up to him, all excited and ready to sniff. But he would get mad and try and bite her. Not that it would hurt her, he only had  like 7 teeth. He had dental problems, so he had to get them removed.

My sister told me they found him on the streets. That makes me so sad. Thinking about him all alone in the big world, shaking cold, alone, and hungry. My sister and her boyfriend both think that he had to have had a previous owner. Since he was 6 or 7 years old, and they dont think theirs any way possible he could have made it that long all by himself.

My sister bought him a little pink and blue elephant for him to play with. He would always get so excited and throw it up and chase it and chew on it. It smelled horrible because of his breath though. It smelled like fish. But I never really minded it.

He always did this wierd thing, where he would nuzzle a blanket over food he didnt want to eat, or finished eating but had left overs. My sister said thats something most strays do. She said he was trying to hide his food to save it for later. It was instinct.

He barked so much. Im not gonna lie, it was annoying. Its not that he was the only one barking, it would just make things worse. Whenever their was some sort of commotion, like the other dogs started barking, or someone enterted the house. He would always always always bark at my uncle, and a family friend (Albertico, just putting this as a note for myself in case I ever read it again).

When my sister was gone for that time period I mentioned earlier, where me and my mom syringe fed him, I would come after school and play Persona 4 in her room. Thats where his cage was. I would take him out in the backyard with the others, and then I would bring him back in. He would bark at me until I brought him up on the bed with me. He would just lay next to me, or on me, or space between my legs. Sometimes I would get really uncomfortable, but I didnt move because I wanted him to stay comfy. Sometimes. Other times I would just push him off. hehe.

One time, Bruno was trying to chase Nala and Blackie (my fastest dogs). He got in the way, and Nala ran right over him. He ended up rolling over and landing right back on his feet. I laughed so hard.

I have 4 minutes before today is over. I’ve been working on this since 11:00. Its 11:56.

Anyways, Bruno’s health would always change like a relationship. Sometimes he had to be force fed, sometimes he didnt. Sometimes he wanted to run, sometimes he couldnt. Yesterday was such a beautifully windy day. My dad was outside moving our fence line up. I wanted to take pictures and post it on my blog and talk about it. It was so nice I couldnt help but lie down on the floor with Bruno. I only took him outside and I spent like half an hour with him outside. He was extra sick yesterday. Ever sick than hes ever been. He didnt even move and get up to the sun when I put him in the shade. When I was holding him, his head would lie against my shoulder. He couldnt even hold it up. I didnt think much of it. He would always get sick. Never this bad. I knew he never got this bad. I just didnt think anything serious was up.

I didnt take him outside because I thought he was gonna die. I didnt know at all. I just wanted to take him outside. I thought it would be fun. Something secret we could share. I wanted to lie on the grass with him. I wanted him to be as comfortable as I was when I feel the wind blowing and I saw the sky as beautiful as it could get. I wanted to bond with him. I wanted to take pictures and share him with the world. I wanted to close my eyes and copy him. And feel everything around me like he did. I wanted to feel small like he did. It was a wierd impulse I had.

Today, at 5:20 my grandma came into my room and told me he died. He was sitting on the sofa, on top of the blankie he would always be on. He was still. I know this sounds heartless, but it didnt shock me. I didnt really think of it. I didnt want to. It hadnt set in. It has now though. I tried to get sad. I tried to force myself to be sad. But I couldnt. I just didnt have any feeling toward it.

My sister and mom werent home. My sister came in and when she saw him she started crying so hard. I think this is the first time Ive ever seen her cry so hard. It was so wierd. I felt the worst when she said, “I feel so bad I wasnt here. He died alone.”

Why didnt I take him with me in my room? I was playing Persona 4, something he’s used to hearing in the background. I feel so bad. I wish I was their for him. Im so sorry Bruno.

He wasnt exactly alone. He had my grandma, who was in the kitchen cooking. Im sure Nala and Jack were their too. Though, Im sure the last face he would want to see wouldnt be Nala’s.

My sister got an imprint of his paw prints in green paint. She draped a little winter coat she had for him over his old body (old as in not his anymore). And we buried him in our backyard. He was wrapped in the yellow and green blankie he died in and was always sleeping in. He was in a plastic bag.

Im so sorry Bruno. I wish I was nicer to you. I wish I didnt complain about having to have to take care of you all of next week. I needed to write this so I wouldnt forget about him. So his life doesnt show to be all that pointless. So someone knows he made an impact. I love you so much Bruno. I wish you would have lived longer. I always tried to play with him before, so he would try and love me. So he would have something to try and fight to live for. He bonded with everyone in my family. Even Jack, which is my dog that growls and bites everyone, got excited when he would be taken out of his cage in my sisters room in the morning.

This is probably the worst thing Im ever going to admit but, today when my sister was showing me how to feed him I got really frustrated. I had to spoon feed him. Idk why she didnt want to syringe feed him. It was really hard. He would spit it back out and make a mess. It was the same with the pill. After I finished and I was washing my hands, in the back back back of my head, where I couldnt control what I was thinking, i sort of wanted him to pass away so I wouldnt have to take care of him during the weekend. Its one of the worst and horrible things I have ever thought of. But I just need to let it out so I wouldnt feel so guilty anymore.

Im so sorry Bruno. I didnt think it would come true. I wouldnt want it to come true. If it make it any better, I also wished that you would get better before she left so you could eat on your own. I really truly loved you. Its something that Ive learned from you. That life’s really delicate. Maybe itll teach the deep subconcious I have living inside myself. Ive learned a lot because of you. Im sure Im not the only one.

I hope your not scared and alone right now. I hope you think of me and everyone else. I hope we meant just as much to you. If I could, I would cry so many tears for you. I hope heaven exists. I really hope it does. So that you could be there. Because your such a good dog.

This is my best friend :c I cried when I read this. </3

OOPS.

I haven’t been on here in ages..

I’ve learned a lot at the clinic though c: I really love it.

I need 500 hours before I can take my exam a in May and so far I have 440 :D

There’s a 6 month old dog named Zero,

that has been at the clinic for a while now. He’s been vomiting blood and having diarrhea with blood in it as well. The vet tech was cleaning the blood off of him and when he picked him up to put Zero back in the cage and blood poured out of that poor dogs behind. It was scary. The dog is so small. The day after that happened (it was Saturday, so I went to the clinic early) his cage was covered in blood :c The doctor said that although all that was happening the dog was getting better. So she sent him home in hopes that he’ll get better faster being in a place he knows. I sure hopes he gets better.

The first time that I watched the vet do a tail dock I kept one of the tails. Today she did another and now I have another tail c:

Am I a freak?

Some people abandoned their dog at the clinic today.

I came to the clinic and one of the people there told me ” Look at our new dog.” At first I was confused but then they told me the dogs story:

The owners had gotten her for breeding. The dog, named Mercy, got pregnant. Mercy lost all the puppies and when the owners took her to the vet they told them that she could not breed.

Her owners decided, because of that, that they did not want her anymore and said they wanted her to be euthanized.

Thankfully, the clinic decided not to euthanize her and she is now in safe hands. 

Mercy will find a better home :3

This is what we did at the clinic yesterday.

Two dogs had gotten into a fight :c

I finally got a picture of Twitchy, Mitzi and Rob all together :D

There were two very sick dogs today :c

One of them had to be euthanized. It was sad to see the owners cry :c

And the other one is still at the clinic. I hope it gets better. 

Look at this pretty Husky and his pretty blue eyes.

I tried to get a good picture of his face but I could only get it when he started pooping and looked up at me :\ 