Bruno the husky wolf dog, is free of his aged body.

𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝐢𝐬 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 & 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 & 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁!

After sleeping outside together under the moon, his peaceful conclusion so near, Bruno’s death came 10 days ago with the help of his vet to cross the finish line.

Following time to privately ruminate on his passing, I am pleased to share some genuine words here with you.

Carrying Bruno into the clinic assuring him “I got you” was a full circle moment from when we first met carrying him in his cage off the rescue plane telling him “I got you”. 🐺🐺🤝

I had mourned this loss for months sadly seeing aging advance & the window closing.

After he was gone my soul smiled inside feeling like a standing ovation recognizing his majestic Spirit & our extraordinary adventure together.

I think my ❤️ also instantly expanded, making room to carry two spirits. I can feel his magic now for me to share. Such are the gifts in perpetuity. So blessed am I.

Bruno was adopted from amongst the 146 dogs TDIAO rescue org flew from LA high-kill shelters back to Canada.

It was profound to observe his dwindled spirit heal and emerge into the elevated self he shared generously with those around him.

Our souls crossed paths at a time we both needed. The climbs up many mtns not only in fun friendship & spiritual practice, these were also symbolic of rising back up & higher.

It’s definitely been an honour to take Bruno under my wing & a most wonderful life experience.

None of this happens without Thank Dog I Am Out. I will forever feel thankful for it’s founder Susan Patterson.

In sharing glimpses from our world with friends all around the globe, I have very much appreciated your kind words the times you joined our path.

I am very glad many of you gained some form of uplift & faith that seemed to land when you needed.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 for the love, friendship, goodwill & good energy you shared with me and Bruno.🙏❤️

He can now again run free, his spirit alongside me with the wind thru the trees.


Peter Twist