My name is Bruno.
I have always been a gentle and playful dog, full of life and joy. But for months now, I’ve been carrying a large, heavy tumor on my belly. It’s something everyone can see — and something I feel with every painful step I take. I used to run after butterflies, my tail wagging with excitement… but now, even lifting my head makes me weak.
Tomorrow, I’m going in for surgery. The doctors are kind, but I can hear them whispering that my chances are slim. I’m scared. Deep down, though, there’s still a little spark of hope in me — hope that when I wake up, I’ll be free from this pain, free from the weight of this tumor dragging me down.
If you are reading this, please think of me. I am Bruno, a dog fighting for his life. My chances of surviving surgery are small… but your thoughts, your prayers, and your love might give me the strength I need.
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Please pray for me.
