Real Life Rainbow Bridge Stories

'My Beautiful Bruno'

by Ann
(London, UK)

My Boy Bruno

My Boy Bruno

Two years ago I lost my beloved boxer Bruno.

He was my best friend and my soul mate and for the last few years of his life we spent every day together.
Whilst he was 11 when he died and fighting cancer, his sudden death of a heart attack was devastating.

I felt incredibly guilty because he was at the vets when he died and I wondered if he had just given up because he thought I did'nt love him and had left him at the vets.

I hit an all time low and felt absolutely distraught. I just could'nt make any sense of it and spent my days wondering 'what if I'd been there?'

About a week after he died when I was feeling really really bad, I was standing at the sink washing up some dishes.

My son had printed out a photo of Bruno which was a closeup of his face and I kept it on the shelf near to the sink.

As I stood there with tears in my eyes attempting to wash the dishes I glanced across at the photo of Bruno and saw a single solitary tear fall down from his eye. It took me by complete surprise and at first I thought I must have splashed the picture whilst washing up. But there was no water on the rest of the picture and when I looked at it the tear was on the inside of the frame.

I truly believe he was sending me a message to say that he was sad because I was so unhappy without him. When he was alive, if I was upset about anything he would really feel my mood and be unhappy himself, often having an upset stomach as a result.

I really feel this was his way of telling me not to be unhappy because it made him sad too. Although I was still unhappy he was gone, I felt much better knowing he had sent me a sign that he was okay, and I know he'll be waiting for me until we meet again at Rainbow Bridge.

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Bruno & Ann
by: Margaret Handy-Williams, Dartmouth, NS, CA

Bruno will carry you in his heart forever. As you carry him always and forever...Bruno loves you unconditionally and is looking down at You adoringly...

Margaret - hugs!

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What a lovely story
by: Anonymous

Your story touched my heart. So I'm going to take this time to share a true story of the sign I was
given at a time when I was still grieving so hard.

To read my story - Click here.

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Ann & Bruno: A Special Bond
by: Margaret, Nova Scotia, Canada

Absolutely beautiful story, Ann. Bruno LOVED you dearly and with all his HEART!


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Thank You
by: Anonymous

What a lovely story. I sat here crying because it's a week ago since I had my beautiful lurcher, Sophie, put to sleep. We were on holiday in Scotland when she was bleeding from her bottom. Had to take her to emergency vets and was told she had massive tumor and nothing they could do. My bull mastiff was put to sleep in April and my cat in March. I can't take any more.

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Awesome
by: Elly

What a nice story, this made me cry. My bunny died a few days ago, I am hoping for a sign.

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Beautiful anecdote
by: Carol

I firmly believe that you'll see your precious Bruno again. What a lovely, loving dog he was and such a beautiful picture of him.

Someone once told me (and I've read this in other places which deal with pet grief) that if we grieve too long and too hard, that our pets can have a difficult time moving forward in their spiritual journey - but that they do visit us and are always aware of our love for them, especially every time we think of them.

I'm sure that your Bruno knows how much you love him, and that this comforts him.

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Thanks for sharing
by: Bunny

A lovely story Ann, which I am sure will bring comfort to many.

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