Bruce
A donation was made in memory of Bruce by your friends at Green Lake Animal Hospital on Dec 17, 2021.
My Sweet Pooger,
I can still remember the day we got you. You were just over $100 to adopt and we were just making a quick run for turtle supplies but dad, who was on crutches, fell in love. Then you pooped in the cart, tracking shit throughout the store and that’s when you stole my heart. We tried several names but none really stuck until we stumbled on Bruce, although you remained a Shadow all your life. You were never very bright, running head on into solid opaque cabinets as well as the mesh screens and dirty (thanks to you) sliding glass doors. But that is part of your charm. You’re the lovable idiot type. When you were young, so was Ren. They’d use you as a step stool and when you napped together, they would use you as a toilet. But you never cared. You have always been so happy and fun loving, easy and good. We would toss you gummy bears and you’d catch them in the air, much to the delight of your kids. The four of us have been so lucky to have you. When we lost your sister, you were there to absorb our sorrow. Now, you can see her again and tell her about how we grew up, tell her about how you laid on her grave after she passed. I know she has missed her annoying little brother. You lucky dog, you got to see the world. I know moving to Italy was hard on you, but you bonded with Harvey right away and you guys shared the most loving friendship. But the move back to the US was even harder. You were getting old and losing your senses and the use of your hips which made you extra anxious. That’s when we knew your traveling days were over. That’s when we decided you’d be mine. We had time still, and it was spent with your uncles. I know you have a deep respect for Dually and I’m sorry that you and Cyrus never really got to patch things up. Getting to know your grandparents was important, though. When you moved in with me, they became your loving foster parents when I would take our stories back to mom and dad. And oh the stories we have. Every day since you moved in has been an adventure. We explored your slightly concerning bush fetish and your preferences in bedding. We found our spot down at the lake where we could walk on nice days. We watched countless bunnies and found great sniffing spots. And cuddles with you are extra warm and loving, my sweet angel. I’m sorry that this past month was so difficult. I thought cutting off that growth would help but I think the anesthesia really messed with your guts and brain. It’s been hard seeing my forever puppy go from wagging his tail all day long to struggling to eat. I know I forced you to go to a lot of new vets and I know they poked and prodded but I wanted so badly to save you. I don’t know what I’ll be without you. You’re not just a dog, you’re my best friend. You’ve given me a reason to keep going, a reason to get out of bed and go outside. You have been my point of connection to our family abroad. You’re my happiness, you’re the reason I’ve made it this far on my own. But you’re not happy like you deserve to be. Being with you so constantly has blinded me to the changes. You’ve given subtle hints of your decline for a while now and i just ignored them because I wasn’t ready to accept the truth. This hunger strike has been really hard but I know now that you’re tired. You’ve given so much love, more than any being I’ve ever known. I hope you can rest now, I’ll find my way. Keep chasing bunnies baby boy, you’ll catch ‘em, i just know it.
I can still remember the day we got you. You were just over $100 to adopt and we were just making a quick run for turtle supplies but dad, who was on crutches, fell in love. Then you pooped in the cart, tracking shit throughout the store and that’s when you stole my heart. We tried several names but none really stuck until we stumbled on Bruce, although you remained a Shadow all your life. You were never very bright, running head on into solid opaque cabinets as well as the mesh screens and dirty (thanks to you) sliding glass doors. But that is part of your charm. You’re the lovable idiot type. When you were young, so was Ren. They’d use you as a step stool and when you napped together, they would use you as a toilet. But you never cared. You have always been so happy and fun loving, easy and good. We would toss you gummy bears and you’d catch them in the air, much to the delight of your kids. The four of us have been so lucky to have you. When we lost your sister, you were there to absorb our sorrow. Now, you can see her again and tell her about how we grew up, tell her about how you laid on her grave after she passed. I know she has missed her annoying little brother. You lucky dog, you got to see the world. I know moving to Italy was hard on you, but you bonded with Harvey right away and you guys shared the most loving friendship. But the move back to the US was even harder. You were getting old and losing your senses and the use of your hips which made you extra anxious. That’s when we knew your traveling days were over. That’s when we decided you’d be mine. We had time still, and it was spent with your uncles. I know you have a deep respect for Dually and I’m sorry that you and Cyrus never really got to patch things up. Getting to know your grandparents was important, though. When you moved in with me, they became your loving foster parents when I would take our stories back to mom and dad. And oh the stories we have. Every day since you moved in has been an adventure. We explored your slightly concerning bush fetish and your preferences in bedding. We found our spot down at the lake where we could walk on nice days. We watched countless bunnies and found great sniffing spots. And cuddles with you are extra warm and loving, my sweet angel. I’m sorry that this past month was so difficult. I thought cutting off that growth would help but I think the anesthesia really messed with your guts and brain. It’s been hard seeing my forever puppy go from wagging his tail all day long to struggling to eat. I know I forced you to go to a lot of new vets and I know they poked and prodded but I wanted so badly to save you. I don’t know what I’ll be without you. You’re not just a dog, you’re my best friend. You’ve given me a reason to keep going, a reason to get out of bed and go outside. You have been my point of connection to our family abroad. You’re my happiness, you’re the reason I’ve made it this far on my own. But you’re not happy like you deserve to be. Being with you so constantly has blinded me to the changes. You’ve given subtle hints of your decline for a while now and i just ignored them because I wasn’t ready to accept the truth. This hunger strike has been really hard but I know now that you’re tired. You’ve given so much love, more than any being I’ve ever known. I hope you can rest now, I’ll find my way. Keep chasing bunnies baby boy, you’ll catch ‘em, i just know it.
