Vic and MeThis week’s blog post is dedicated to my family’s dog, Victory! This is our last picture together. RIP, Poo-Poo! We’ll see you on the other side!

Letting Go… Even When It Hurts!

Today I said goodbye to my furry friend and child, Victory Bruno. It was probably one of the hardest goodbyes and decisions I have ever had to make. Victory has been in my family for about 10 years.

In 2004, I went on a hunting expedition at the Adams County Animal Shelter for my furry companion. When I arrived at the shelter, (yes, Victory’s departure has brought it all back!) I walked around, slowly, so I could see the dogs in their temporary habitat. I saw many dogs that day, but, my future “Victory” stuck out in my mind. When I approached his cage, he looked at me as if to say, “What do YOU want?”

Yes, I picked up on his snootiness! I walked around a bit more to the other dogs that had struck my interest and then made my way back to this red Pomeranian. His fur was matted, he appeared to be scared and sad that he was locked up in this small cage.

I went to the front desk to inquire about this dog. The lady told me that someone else had already requested the dog. A little bit sad and dejected, I went back to his cage and told him he was going to go home with someone else. Surprisingly, he walked to the door of the cage and sniffed through the bars. I put my hand down to touch the cage… he licked my hand. That was it! I knew I had to have this dog.

When I went back to the front desk, I asked the lady was she sure someone else was coming to get “my” dog. She pulled me aside and told me to be back at a certain time. If the person who had requested the dog was not there, then “Victory” would be mine.

I left the shelter, praying all the way home, asking God to please let this dog come into my house. Long story short, He did. And Victory was an honored member of my family for 10 years.

Last week, Victory stopped eating. He would only take in water. I knew in my heart this might be the end/beginning. But, I hoped. On Monday, yesterday, I took Victory to the Vet Clinic for the last time. I had to make a decision. My decision was to not allow my dog to suffer anymore.

Sometimes when letting go of the PAST, we have to make a decision that will hurt. We have to decide not to let that situation or circumstance hurt us or the other party anymore. In order to be made whole, we must make the decision.

There are decisions you must make today so you can stop hurting. Your pain may be such that it is also affecting others and hurting them as well. Do the right thing. Make the right decision… even when it hurts.

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May God bless you and keep you! #GodIsFaithful #LetItGo

Beatrice Bruno, The Drill Sergeant of Life

future promise

4 thoughts on “Letting Go – Even when it hurts…

    1. Beatrice Bruno Post author

      Thank you so much. God is faithful!

  1. Tara

    I have been so sad all last week, up till now, that our dog (yes, I say OUR, because we are family,)and then I read this from my mom. Somehow it skipped my attention last week. I didn’t know the back story, I only knew he was a shelter doggy. I wasn’t sure it would work out. He was spooked by EVERYTHING! Then my dad told me a story a couple years back about Victory barking at some other dog and defending his territory. I was very proud of Victory. I always called him Sally (lovingly) because he was so very skittish. But after what my dad told me about him, I consciously tried to call him by his real name. I am at this moment choosing to cast off my sadness and remember Victory the way he should be remembered- with great affection, and LOVE!! I’ll see you again, my sweet, furry Sally!!!

    1. Beatrice Bruno Post author

      I am sure “Sally” appreciates your love and affection. Thanks, Baby Girl! God is faithful!

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