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Hello all! Very sorry I haven’t written here in a while! I am HOPING to start up again with at LEAST one entry per week—hopefully more. I’m not going to make any promises yet.
Anyway, right now I just need your opinion. I am thinking about MAYBE eventually writing a book or story about my dogs and I was wondering if any of you had any ideas for a title? ANY IDEAS AT ALL!
I will never be able to fully put into words how I felt after Daisy disappeared. But I do know that I was very angry and confused. Angry at God. He KNEW how much I loved Daisy and He understood how special she was to me. And yet He still took her away.
“Why did You take her instead of Buddy?!?!” I asked Him over and over again.
And I was angry at Buddy. He KNEW where Daisy was and he knew why she was gone. He was with her when fate took its awful toll and she disappeared from our lives forever.
“If ONLY you could talk!!!” was what Buddy heard the most. We spent HOURS together looking for Daisy. I felt that he was responsible for her absence. He knew and wouldn’t (or rather-COULDN’T) tell us.
I knew that Buddy missed her though. For the first few days after she was gone he didn’t eat much whenever he heard her name his ears would perk up and he would look around eagerly. After a few minutes though his eyes would lose their eagerness and his head would droop.
I’ll never know fully why God took Daisy away from me when He did but I think that I understand now at least a few of the lessons He wanted me to get from it.
One, it strengthened my faith in Him like you wouldn’t believe. I learned to place everything I had in His hands because He truly knows what is best.
And I think that God wanted me to have Buddy. He knew all of the love that Buddy had and He knew that Buddy’s time on earth was limited. He knew that Buddy needed someone to give his unconditional love to before his time was up. And He knew that I needed Buddy just as much as he needed me, if not more.
The following Winter and Spring were my best days with him. We did everything together. I trained and played with him in return for his unbounded love and companionship. We went to two shows and won 1st and 3rd place! I was so proud of him!
Buddy made me see the light; he made me see love where I thought there was none. He helped me to love the world for what it has to GIVE not what we can get. He made me appreciate all of the little, simple joys of life that so many, many people take for granted. I think that he enjoyed them so much because he knew their importance. It’s amazing what peace and joy we can get from a simple walk down the road with a treasured friend.
And that is where I will always walk—down Memory Lane with my Buddy, where good times are remembered and dreams really do come true.
After we got Buddy, the novelty of a new dog quickly wore off. He became much more of a burden and a nuisance than the cherished pet he should have been.
I didn’t see the wonderful dog that he was or the treasured friend he would become. I only saw a silly, disobedient puppy whose goal in life seemed to be destroying mine
But then something changed…
(To Be Continued…watch for Buddy’s next diary entry to see how he won a treasured place in my heart.)
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