My name is Bruno. I have always been a gentle and playful dog, but for months now I have been carrying a large, heavy tumor on my belly. A tumor that is visible to everyone, and hurts to try to walk. I used to run and have butterflies; now I can barely lift my head without feeling weak. Tomorrow I am going in for surgery. The doctors are kind, but they whisper that my chances are slim. I am scared, but I am also holding out hope – hope that I can wake up to a world where I can start again without pain, without 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 slim… Please pray for me… 💔🥺🙏

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.

💔🥺🙏
Please pray for me.