by Brian Miller
Little Buddy came into my life about 11 years ago. His owner
was going to get him put down because he did not want him
anymore. Buddy was a small mixed breed, grey in color, he
looked like a little teddy bear. This was a constant source of
amusement to my friends because I am a gig burly guy and here
I am with a furry little pup!
I always felt that Buddy was mistreated by his former owner and I
was determined to give him a loving, happy life. We just sort of
understood each other in some way that I cannot explain. I am
very much alone as I went through a tough breakup about two
years ago. I just never wanted to get involved in another
relationship after that. I kind of lost my faith in people I suppose
but I sure never lost my faith in little Buddy! He was always there
for me, the one thing that was constant it seemed. I have
become quit a homebody in the past years and honestly enjoyed
and looked forward to being with my little friend. i grew very
attached to him. Even when i could not afford decent food for
myself I always made sure Buddy had a good meal. in his latter
years he suffered from pancritis, it seemed that meals of
chicken and a little beef now and again worked well for him. I
laughed the other week as he was eating his chicken breast and
i was eating canned spagetti! Some people might say i was
obsessive but Buddy gave me so much companionship and
emotional support that it just seemed fair. I honestly loved that
little dog and I am sure I will forever.
Late last Saturday night, June 15, 2002 i was watching TV, little
Bud went into the kitchen to get a little snack i suppose. After a
few minutes i went to find him,,, he had passed on. So quickly,
his snack was beside him. I am not ashamed to admit that i
broke down and cried. I stayed up with all night and buried him
early Sunday morning. Today is Monday and I feel so lost. My
house and life seem so empty without him. At this point I wonder
how i will make it without him...