The Gentle Giant

A reflection on our loved ones. I’ve seen him around the neighborhood for many years now: lumbering alongside his owner down the block, gently sauntering up to a tree for some quick sniffs, or even strolling the aisles of Trader Joe’s (in spite of San Francisco’s no-pet policy ). Bruno, the 121-pound black Great Dane, appeared slower than normal, with his hip bones protruding more than they…