
Today I had to do one of the hardest things in my life. I took my 16 years old German Bracco named Ruffo to the vet this afternoon, hopping they would give me a pill or something that would make him feel better. Instead the reassurance of what deep inside me I knew all along became a reality. Ruffo was in bad shape and although his adorable spirit of big puppy was there cheering me up and barking for goldfish, his body and his heart were not working on his behalf. He looked at me many times walking towards the door like saying "common mommy! let's go for a walk" but this was his last ride ever.

Ruffo, my gorgeous german bracco born in Venezuela, South America 16 years ago, who came with us in an airplane to the US, an always big puppy who would make us laugh with his cute face and incredible character died today in my arms, surrounded by love, hugs and kisses from the first person who saw him come to this world the night of July 15, 1992.

He was an incredible dog, full of energy and disposition and with and incredible personality. My inspiration for painting and my companion loyal for so long.

I will miss you with all my heart my big puppy. I will miss you so much...

July 15, 1992 - July 25, 2008
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