Buddy has his angel wings . . . .
Came to us on September 5, 2001
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.
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.
Buddy - A
Canine with Diabetes
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Thanks to Jo for making the beautiful artwork of Buddy.