August was a shit month. My Mum passed away on the 13th, and then we lost Bruno on the 17th.
My Mum's God daughter tried messaging me on FB, then she called. When I noticed she had texted, too, I called her back immediately. I knew something was wrong, but I honestly expected it to be my step father, who is older, and has had multiple health problems. My Mum went to bed for a nap, and never woke up. I guess it's not the worst way to go. She went peacefully, and that's a blessing.
Bruno let me know 3 days later that he was tired. We weren't ready to lose our best buddy. He was 17½. He was ready.
My Mum and I always had a strained relationship. Things were never easy with us. I always thought there would be more time. I thought there would be more time for hugs.
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