He Is Gone

-It was about 12:43 a.m. when Buddy (my dog) came into the bedroom and laid down on the floor next to me … I turned on a small flash light to see how he was doing … I could still hear his labored breathing.  I told Buddy, “you’ll be ok Buddy”.  Then Buddy got up and went to other side of the bed … laid down for a moment and then sat up.  I got up with my flash light and came around the end of the bed toward Buddy.

I said to Buddy  … “Buddy, would you like to go outside” (thinking some fresh air might cool him off and he’d breathe better).

Buddy looked up at me and got very excited, and proceeded to move forward – only one step and to then have all four of his legs collapsed out from under him – down he went to the hardwood floor.

I was at Buddy’s side … and I looked down, only to see and hear Buddy gasp his last breath of air.

He died at 12:45 a.m. this morning – Thanksgiving Day 2008 … right in front of me.

I cried … and after some time we I wrapped Buddy’s body in his sleeping blankets along with his toys and chew bones.  At 1:45 a.m. this morning I buried Buddy in our a grave that I dug in our back yard – where He will rest eternally.

My Buddy was gone … A dog is more faithful than most other animals—and more faithful than many people.

Buddy, May 25, 1997 – November 27 2008

11 years, 6 months, 3 days

Buddy is gone from my midst, but He will never be forgotten and long remembered as a great companion.

On this Thanksgiving I am thankful that Buddy’s journey through life started and ended at my home in our in my lifetime.

I miss you Buddy…

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

May you always have much

for which to be

thankful.

Thanks to each and everyone one of you from

far and near for always being here,

for reading us, for your comments,

for your emails, and for you love.

To my partner Steve

This is the first time we’ve been apart on Thanksgiving,

I love you and I miss you so much.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

Warren