“I don’t know how many years I have left, but however long I’m with you, I will give you everything.”
My name is Bruno, and I am tired.
Not just in the way an old dog slows down, but in the way a soul grows weary from too much loss. For 11 years, I had my sister by my side. We weren’t born together, but we belonged together. And now, for the first time in my life, I am alone. I don’t understand where she went. All I know is that I wake up, and she isn’t there.
I wasn’t always searching for a home. I once had one – a real one. For eight years, I knew what love felt like. I knew the comfort of routine, the feeling of belonging. Then, one day, it was gone. My humans went their separate ways, and I was caught in the middle, unwanted. Jana and I were sent away, and we spent the next three years simply existing. Passed from one place to another, never truly wanted, until we were left behind completely.
I don’t know why life keeps pulling the ground out from under me. But I do know this: I am still here. And I still have love to give.
I may not be young, but I still dream of a home where I can rest my head without fear of losing it again. A quiet place with soft voices and kind hands. A home where someone will look at me and see more than just my age or my past – but the heart that still beats with hope, no matter how many times it has been broken.
I don’t need much. Just someone to stand beside me in my final chapter. Someone to say, You are safe. You are loved. You are home.
And I will give you everything in return.