You don't have to put him in the blog, but I wanted you to know the details, and how much he was loved. I miss him so much.
Buddy couldn’t go out without me. He couldn’t go up or down the outside steps without me taking him. He would walk around, do his business, kick the grass, stand there for a moment, then bark for me to come get him. I learned his routine. He would wag his tail, “thank you.”
You had said to give it two weeks….I didn’t think I would be able to adjust, to have Bella’s world turned upside-down, plus my own. I have to “cater” to this blind dog that couldn’t find the water bowl.
The 2 weeks passed….I looked for Buddy’s signals…he would bark for me when he needed to go out, or drink, or eat, or come in. I would keep my robe handy in case he woke in the night. He would whine quietly, and if I didn’t respond in time, he would bark. I could put him out in the fenced area and he would bark for me to get him. I would touch his back as I leaned over, robe & all, and his tail would wag, “thank you.” I wanted him to be mine forever. I have never had a dog so appreciative of me.
I called the vet. Heart murmur ….I could feel it pounding. Hmmm…what else is going on? Minor seizure. Blood work…not good…cancer…weight loss. I knew I had to get him to eat, even if just a little. I tried every trick I knew, including your hot dog in water. He would eat a little bit, but not enough. Baby food…..Critical Nutrient prescription food…the list goes on. Finally, he stopped eating. I cried, and tried to force him. I continued to take him out. He would try to kick the grass and wag his tail. I knew he wasn’t ready. He was getting so thin.
Called the vet back in. His weight was still going down. His spine was showing signs of the cancer. My heart was breaking. I spent 4 days agonizing because I could not get him to take anything but water.
And then, he stopped kicking the grass, and his tail stopped wagging. Called the vet back in, knowing what she would say. It was time. This little blind & mostly deaf little dog was telling me it was time to let him go. This little Buddy that was so incredibly appreciative of all I did for him. My little Buddy that gave me far more than I gave him was telling me he was done.
Oh, I miss him so much. I had no idea how much I would learn from him. He was always patient and kind and gentle. The little dog I thought would be difficult taught me some of the most priceless lessons of life. He was blind, deaf, had to be taken to eat, drink, poop, go to sleep, but he was always appreciative. I thank God, for putting Buddy in my life.
He promised to wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge. He took a piece of my heart. He will forever be My Buddy."