The close of a difficult year, the end of an era for us. From the minute we rescued Bruno from the SPA kennel in Montauban, France, life had been one big adventure. I’m so glad I wrote Pensioners in Paradis, where so many of his doggie mishaps are recorded for posterity. We always wanted only the best for Bruno but yesterday, when the time had come, we didn’t want to follow the vet’s current Covid procedures, where you must stand and grieve on the public pavement outside whilst handing over your beloved pet. Miraculously, a solution appeared out of the blue via a company called Dignipets, who come to the house. Bruno, as a hunting dog, always preferred the outside so we arranged for his final moments to be resting on the grass in his favourite sunny spot of our garden. I held his paw throughout. It was so peaceful. Bruno will have his name inscribed in a doggie memorial book at the Prestwood Pet Crem at nearby Stourbridge where we will be able to walk in the woods by the flowing river there and remember him.
RIP Bruno, our beautiful Breton spaniel. 2003-2020.
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