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My healer and soulmate
Buddy, our Yellow Lab, came to rescue my girls and myself in Nov. 97. We were having an extremely bad few weeks after losing our beloved Wolfie and then our cat, Tigger 2 weeks later. Buddy was about 1 1/2 yrs old and he was a rescue from an abusive home. He never let that get him down. He became focused on healing my families' heart. He was extremely smart and seemed to understand me when I talked to him. He love to play with a tennis ball and swim and chance he got. We would take him to the lake near our house and he would start digging at the rocks in the water. He would then go completely underwater to get his "treasure" and bring it to us.
He truly healed our hearts.
He became our 80lb. lap dog!
When I met my new husband, we moved into a new house, and Buddy became the keeper of the peace amoungst our cats in the new house. If he felt the cats were playing too hard, he would break up the fight.
He welcomed my third child with a loving and protective heart.
About 3 yrs. after we moved into the house, somehow, Buddy contracted heartworm,even on meds. We immediately got treatment for him and it was the hardest thing to keep him quiet for the 6 weeks following. In Aug of '07, he started having coughing spells. I feared he had heartworm again. Within a week, he started having trouble breathing. My husband rushed him to the vet and we found out he was in congestive heart failure. he was given lasix and that seemed to help quite abit. He went for a chest x-ray and we found out his heart was extremely enlarged. The vet told us she had never seen one this bad. She also put him on a heart pill. She told us we'd probably have a few more months with him. I was hoping to make it to Christmas. We ended up with only a month. I spoiled him rotten by taking him everywhere I went since he loved car rides.
On 14 Sept.07,my husband and I had to go on a quick shopping trip. Buddy had had a couple of accidents in the basement, so I had set him up a little paradise outside which included a plastic pool filled with water, a fluffy comforter for him to lay on, and sheets hung in the trees to give him loads of shade, and his stuffed bear, his baby that he carried everywhere. He loved it. When we got home, he wasn't near the items I had set out for him. Instead he was near my husbands car laying down. I called for him and he didn't get up. I called again, and when he tried to get up, he fell. At that point, I knew had probably had a mini stroke. I called the vet, and My oldest daughter and I rushed him in. The vet looked at him and said she could maybe give us a couple more weeks with some more medicine. When I looked down at my precious friend, his eyes told me that he was done. My daughter and I stayed in the room with him when he was put down. I held his head the whole time, telling him how much I loved him and thank you for coming into our lives. We were allowed to stay with him as long as we wanted to afterward.
We had him cremated and brought him back home. Each of the girls chose a small,wooden box to put some of his ashes in. The rest will be buried with me.
He was my best friend, my healer, and my soulmate. He will always be a part of me,even after death. --
