..My Buddy has his angel wings . . . . 

Came to us on September 5, 2001
 Rainbow Bridge - October 12, 2007

The year 2007 turned out to be little bits of trouble for Buddy. He has two urinary tract infections, a skin infection and a gastrointestinal problem as a side effect of some of the antibiotics. But then the big trouble came - grand mal seizures. Just out of the blue. The vet thought it was a brain tumor but put him on phenobarbitol. With just an increase in dosage, he seemed to be doing fine. But then the evening of October 12th., after four weeks with no seizures, he had one. And then another one, and then another one.  I got him into the car for a trip to the ER vets and then he had another one right in the driver's side of the car. I pushed him onto the passenger's side and drove alone, in the dark, with my left hand on the wheel and my right hand on Buddy. The ER vet tried doses of Valium to get the seizures to stop. They wouldn't. He reached the maximum dosage. The next thing was to put Buddy under anesthesia and hoped that he would make it through the night. 

The vet said he was suffering and that if he made it through the night, they eventually had to bring him out of the anesthesia and there was no guarantee that the seizures would stop. He went out of the small treatment room to do an estimate for me. I sat there alone, in silence and tears, wondering how this could be happening. And then the words of the vet, he's suffering and the picture in my mind of Buddy thrashing around and what this was doing to his brain. The vet came in and I didn't even look at the numbers. I just tried to get the words out-I don't want him suffering. I held his left paw because it was moving and the vet needed to get to his right paw where the IV was. And with my right hand and my head on his, I cried and told him it was all going to be alright. And then he was gone. 

I stayed with him alone for a time, took off his collar, kissed him and left in utter shock.
I came home and of course the house is so silent. I never realized how much I talked to Buddy and how much time we spent doing the routine duties of the day. His name turned out to be more than a name but a description. He was my companion, my friend, my confidante and a great listener-my Buddy.

I included some recent photos of Buddy. Yes the years and the diabetes and cataracts took their toll. But he was just the funniest, cutest, mischevious Buddy that you could find.

     A Recent Picture of Buddy

Buddy Wearing A Hat

His Life Was Love.

With Sympathy 

They will not go quietly,
the pets who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives. 

Old habits still can make us
think we hear them at the door
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor. 

Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And,sometimes,coming home at night,
we miss them terribly. 

And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will. 

Author Unknown 

 Buddy - A Canine with Diabetes

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Thanks to Jo for making the beautiful artwork of Buddy.


Buddy's Midi Player

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