Gotcha Date: December 24th 2010 Birthday: December 24th 1997 Likes: Besides food, sleeping and taking WALKS--really long walks Pet-Peeves: Having his ears flushed. Favorite Toy: I don't play with dog toys, but I like cat toys. Favorite Food: Peanut butter Favorite Walk: In the neighborhood and the woods Best Tricks: Howling in his sleep Arrival Story: My friend, Kim, found a listing on Craiglist for a Beagle, free to a good home...so she thought of us. Bio: Buddy had been found living in an abandoned house. The best guess is he had been there for about 3 weeks. He lived there with a cat. The young man who rescued him could not capture the cat. The young man took him to the vet. Buddy has a yeast infection in his ears, and some hair loss on his hind quarters. All this is being treated and he is responding well. He tested negative for heartworm.
Buddy's intermediate home had two other dogs and he got along great with them. The family loved him, but the young man who found him is going back to school out of state after the holidays and the rest of the family is very active so even though they didn't want to find a place for Buddy, they knew it was best for him.
Buddy was in our lives for 2+ short years. In that small space of time he grew to be a very special part of our family and we are blessed to have know him and been able to share our love with him. Not knowing his history, we estimate that Bud was about 15 or 16 years old and we hope that in those 2+ years he was part of our family he learned what love really is.
You will be forever a part of our hearts, Buddy. Mom and dad love and miss you. Forums Motto: The Drama Beagle The Last Forum I Posted In: Can't enter a diary entry?
This is Buddy's mom: It is with deep sadness that I have to tell you that Buddy is gone. He is chasing his precious chipmunks for all eternity at the Rainbow Bridge.
It all happened so quickly...Bud's health had been declining. He had been turning his nose up at his food and would only eat high-shelf canned food, which we were more than happy to provide for him.
May 5th, there was an accident, and Buddy's pelvis was fractured. We rushed him to the vet. He was in excruciating pain and after much talk it was decided that it was best for Buddy to go to the Rainbow Bridge.
We stroked his head and scratched his ears as he passed. Some may be quick to judge us that we should have done more, but you weren't there to see the pain in his eyes.
We thank Eddie Essig's mom for bringing the big-headed Beagle into our lives. We have been blessed so much these 2+ years that he was with us. We know that he is telling Checkers all about how good we were to him. We told Bud to give Checks a sloppy one from us.
We'll pick up his ashes and paw print next week.
...Hey everyone, this is Buddy. I just want to let you know that I am happy and healthy here at the Bridge. I can't believe all the friends that were here at the gate to greet me. They all send their love to you all of you.
She was down on the floor with me and she was rubbing my neck and ears and paying particular attention to the place on my neck where I have no fur. She rubbed and rubbed and I leaned into her. Then she stroked my ears and rubbed them.
I was enjoying this so much. I just kept leaning into her letting her know I really liked this. Then mom decided to pick me up. I don't like being picked up. But I let her.
Then she put me on her lap. Normally I run away immediately. But not yesterday. She laid me across her legs and continued to rub my neck. I just sat there with my front legs up a bit. Then I relaxed. I actually laid my head down on her legs and she continued to stroke my years and neck.
I was in heaven. And I melted mom's heart. I stayed there for 5 minutes. But it was 5 minutes longer than I've ever done before!
I was baying and baying and baying at the garage and didn't even care that Max and mom were at Steffie's and he was getting treats. Dad was working near the garage and just let me go.
When mom came back up, she came back to see what the racket was about. She started to move some of the boards I was baying at. And then it happened. I squeezed my big head underneath and grabbed the grinnie. I had it! I had! Next thing, mom is screaming at me to drop it. I don't know if I listened to her or she jerked me and I dropped it. I picked it up again. Somehow, it fell out of my grasp again.
I was so happy! I wanted to do my happy Beagle dance. But mom was not very happy. There was the little chippie, and it seemed as though I had broke its back. Mom yelled for dad to come back and PLEASE take it away and put it out of its misery.
So, I have officially caught my first grinnie--with the help of mom--no less. And she is not too happy about this.
However, I do not think that I will ever catch up to Kit's tally. She got something yesterday and something again today. We don't know what it was, we just have it's innards on our porch!
Dogster Obsessions: The Starter Kit for Dogs by Wildebeest
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