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Bronson Soklich

18/10/94 – 07/07/04

“My Little Man”

Bronson came into our lives when he was a wrinkly mass of puppy fat at 8 weeks of age! He grew into a handsome, athletic, gorgeous tan Staffy who loved everyone and everyone loved him.

Bronson was more than a pet, he was a family member.

His obsession with the game of fetch was his life’s work. It began with chasing his tail (until he finally caught it and bit it off!), then graduated to tennis balls, sticks or basically anything that he could pick up in his mouth and demand to be thrown. He was cheeky in his games of chasey with the horses, and persistent in his quest to have objects thrown for him. Visitors were barely out of their cars before Bronson had ‘dropped’ a stick on their feet! His energy was enormous, trips to the beach would see him fetch, swim and return the ball hundreds of times, going for hours. His passion for this sport did not stop him from going to the point of exhaustion. Ah yes, always time for another throw! And nothing would get in his way either – no time to slow down….Bronson would travel at high speed only, often sliding into a tree or ducking under a car if the ball happened to fall in that location. His little black nose was almost permanently covered in brown gravel!

Always a charmer, his vocal abilities allowed him to ‘sing’ for food, grizzle deeply or squeal highly for attention, and roar in his performances when play fighting or tugging of war-ring! Bronson loved a spot of ‘spin’ – his lock jaw on a tug toy, and being swung around in the air! He wasn’t shy about his athletic ability either…he mastered the art of high jump, to get the ball of course – from both a stand still and in motion – his leaps into the air gave the illusion he had wings!

A Prince in his own right, Bronson would take his place of sleep – on the bed, wrapped in doona and head on pillow – and sleep as long as you did. And what a cute little man in his winter coat!

Bronson’s unconditional devotion and loyal companionship are unmatched.

The reason he passed away that morning will never be known, but if he was put on this Earth to teach people unconditional love and touch people’s hearts….then his work here was done.

It was painful to bury Bronson, to have a last embrace before returning him to the earth. His body lay under the Mulberry tree, a place which will now be a beautiful sanctuary.

Bronson may not be with us anymore….but the love in my heart, and the memories engraved in my soul ensure that he will never be gone.