BRUNO 115 



So it is with a feeling of sad resignation that 

 we realize how his hold on life is weakening. 

 At least he will die in comfort, ministered to 

 by his loved ones. 



We sit alone, we three, in the twilight, - 

 Julius and I, with Bruno at our feet, - - talking 

 of the future. We speculate on the Beyond, 

 hoping it will not be the conventional Heaven, 

 with harps and crowns. 



We long for a sheltered nook, near the River 

 of Life, where we and Little Blossom can resume 

 the life so happily begun here, going over to 

 the Happy Hunting Grounds to get Bruno, and 

 to the Cat Heaven for Rebecca and Catsie. 



Then, our family circle complete, we would 

 settle down to an eternity of HOME. 



Can Heaven itself offer anything sweeter 

 than home, the wedded home, where love 

 abides ! 



One morning Bruno seemed not to care for 

 his breakfast. He sniffed daintily at it, and 

 turned away, though I tried to tempt him with 

 everything he liked best. 



He rested his head on my knee, looking grate- 

 fully into my eyes, while his tail waved his 

 thanks. 



Then he went to his bed, and lying down 



