After Mom died, Dad’s Doberman became the companion he rarely let out of his sight. So when my sister banned Bruno from Dad’s funeral, I thought she was being cruel. I didn’t realize she might also have been afraid of what he could find.
After Mom died, Dad stopped sleeping in his bedroom.
He claimed the mattress hurt his back, but I knew the truth. The bedroom had too much of her in it.
Her perfume was still on the dresser. Her slippers stayed beneath the bed for almost a year because Dad couldn’t bring himself to move them.
So he started sleeping in his recliner.
Dad stopped sleeping in his bedroom.
And Bruno started sleeping beside him.
Dad had adopted Bruno from a rescue about six months before Mom died. He was a Doberman, already full-grown, with a face that made delivery drivers stay behind the gate.
Behind his fierce appearance, Bruno was a big softie. He followed Dad everywhere after Mom died, and waited at the front window whenever Dad went to the doctor.
For nine years, they were barely apart.
Bruno was a big softie.
Then Dad got sick.
By the final few months, Dad could hardly walk from the living room to the bathroom without stopping. Bruno seemed to understand before the rest of us did that something had changed.
He stopped chasing squirrels and bringing his ball to visitors.
He stayed beside Dad.
Then Dad got sick.
Sometimes I’d come over and find Dad asleep in the recliner with one hand resting on Bruno’s head.
“He watches me like I’m about to make a run for it,” Dad joked once.
I sat beside him. “Maybe he knows you’re trouble.”
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