How I wanted a dog so bad & Eric would not let me get one. After non stop fighting, crying, depression, he finally gave in but made it very clear, no rottweiler, I agreed just to shut him up. he had me call around looking for a st. bernard puppy or chinese Shar-pei (I called two places, sorry didn't have any). So just curious I asked about a rottweiler & they had one, a german male. I said please hold him, I'm on my way.

I called a cab & went to Pet King. Upon arriving, I asked for the girl I spoke to on the phone, she was currently grooming a pup, so I looked around at the pups. Then a girl walked in & asked if she could help me. I told her I was there to see the male rotty & I spoke to Laura on the phone. She informed me she was Laura & showed me his cage. He looked so sad, I asked if he could come out, she opened his cage & he was scared to come out, so I got on my knees & made kisses & he came out.

I then picked him up & said " Hello Bruno, you ready to go home ?", he then licked my face and his stubby tail was wagging, I took that as a yes. Laura then asked if I'd like him to be groomed first & he had to see vet next door for his shots, I said ok, then went and got him some toys & food. After all of that, he was put in a box because cabs to not allow pets unless in a carrier.

Once at home I gave him the walk through & showed him my room & put his toys on my bed & set up his food & water & gave him a few of my plush toys.

Then I used the remainder of my money to buy a steam cleaner so Eric would stop whining. Bruno & I did alot of things together, we swam in the pool, watched tv together, surfed the web, he kept me company when I was cooking, in the tub, outside at the bbq, but there was one thing that stood out with Bruno.... he sensed I had mobility issues, he did not want to be a cute puppy, he wanted to be my care giver, my nurse, he was the man of the house.

He carried laundry to basement, he helped remove my shoes, socks, pants when I couldn't bend. He walked beside me on stairs while leaning into me so I was by banister, he laid beside tub while I took bath, then allowed me to use him to get out of tub, HE WAS NEVER TRAINED TO DO ANY OF THIS !! I think I needed him more then he needed me but we saved each other, he was my angel, my everything, we were always together.

Twice a week I cooked spagetti & clams with grated cheese & salad, Bruno had dinner with me, we ate side by side. If I went to store, he always got a treat when I returned, didn't matter if it was a toy, hamburger, pillow, blanket, he loved all his gifts. He did not like cars, so I kept tv & ac on for him whem we went out, he was not my dog or "a dog", he was my son, my husband, guardian, nurse, he was my everything, my world.

Then one day, I seen his throat had a lump, Eric & Joey said "he might of got stung by a bee, you know how he likes jumping to catch them", well no I didn't know this as I never seen him do it & its first time I'm hearing about it", I told them I was gonna sell my computer & take him to vets, they told me wait a few days, i had no choice, as I had to raise the money. 48 hours later his throat was worse so I sold my computer for cheap & took him to vet, they sent me somewhere else to get cancer test, from the day of the lump, to his death, was 2 friggen weeks.

He died of throat cancer, the vet told me Bruno could choke to death if the tumors broke, I had no money to put him to sleep, I took him home & broke down, I felt liike a total failure & all the love I had couldn't save him, all the help he gave me, I couldn't help him in his time of need, I was terrified he would choke to death, I posted & called friends, family, etc... no one cared or loved him like I did.

Some said call pound they would do it free, I couldn't do that to him, he was not trash & not dumping him. I called local rescues & a no kill shelter & private groups. One shelter manager called my vet & gave him her credit card number & told them to treat him, she also paid for his creamatiion. It was the weekend, I had to wait till Monday at noon, after the vet did surgeries. My neighbor Carrie took Bruno, me & eric, we were the only ones there & the silence was quickly disturbed by the dogs getting fixed & howling, only made it worse on me & carrie. I was pretty much numb & hollow after all weekend of trying to say goodbye to Bruno, I pretty much was in mild shock, near catatonic.

I hurt so much, I couldn't cry anymore ......................................