My wife and I made the difficult journey yesterday to have our dog put down. Patty has shed more tears in the past few days than she has in a long time. I cried before we took him in as well.
Buddy never really recovered from a vicious attack by a neighbor dog on Memorial Day weekend. The visible wounds healed fairly well, but we suspect he suffered internal injuries. His mobility had been greatly inhibited since then, and his voracious appetite had abated. In the past week he ate virtually nothing and he suddenly lost all bladder control.
We have many fond memories of Buddy: his tricks of balancing bonies on his nose before devouring them at Patty’s command; offering protection by sleeping outside the bedroom door of visiting vulnerable babies and elderly people; going on morning walks with me the past dozen years.
Buddy has been an enduring part of the family. He’s lived in our current home longer than any of our sons, who have all moved out. He is sorely and sadly missed.
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