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| Buddy |
We had to put Buddy down the week before last, on Friday February 13th. In the end, it was just his time. He had started to have troubles with his front leg, dragging the toe a bit, and it was steadily getting worse.
He passed very quietly. Our vet did a wonderful job.
I've posted some pictures and a movie of Buddy that I took the morning before we took him to the vet.
He had the best life we could give him, and he leaves behind a lot of wonderful memories.
Running away from hot air balloons, dragging me back through town when we still walked him. Hot air balloons (or anything similar, like the moon) were his nemesis. The poor dog, in the past few months, went outside in the morning to see a giant Mr Peanut shaped hot air balloon in a neighboring field. He was very offended.
Acting like a nut at the dog park, wrestling with Pixie, running and running and running.
Playing obsessive fetch with his blue ball. Beating Pixie if she dared take his. :-)
The time we got the new dog beds, and when I was finally done assembling it, he realized what it was, licked my face, and jumped up on it.
Putting his blue blanket over him at night.
Endless tummy rubs.
Being constantly underfoot. :-) He always wanted to be where the action was.
The time he tore off after a deer, and we thought we'd lost him.
He was a good dog. He will be missed. :-(
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The licking. You can't ever forget the licking. Licking you, licking his sides, licking the furniture, licking my bald head.
He was obsessed.
The time we brought a kitten home from a parking lot where we found it. He was obsessed with it. And when we brought it back to the humane society the next morning, he searched the house frantically, trying to find it.
The hide and seek game, that he was terrible at. He would just run around the house blindly, hoping to find you. He usually needed a lot of help.
The few times we were sure he would colic. Emergency vet visits, each time he was fine.
Started soaking his food for 20 minutes before eating. We did that until the end. Pixie liked it, because she could eat faster. :-)
The time we went to Disney, and the only time we ever boarded him. He hated it, thought we were abandoning him forever.
The look on his face when we came back and saw him again. Priceless.
The terrible, terrible smells that oozed out of him when you least expected it. From the moment we got him, that was a constant in his life.
My condolences. I know it's really tough to lose a pet.
It sounds like he had a really good life.
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