March 13th 2011 5:03 pm
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Thank you so very much, JRAngel, for the wings. As most of Buffy's friends know, he's been sick on and off for the last 6 months. I've been taking him to vets & specialists to see what was wrong, and only found out last Tuesday that Buffy had liver cancer that had advanced to his lungs & lymph glands. I had to make the decision to let Buffy go with dignity on Friday, 11 March 2011, and made the appointment.
That morning, Buffy was gasping for breath and I took him (in his stroller, he couldn't walk) to the vet a bit early. Buffy was laboring to breathe while still in his stroller at his vet. She left for a moment to get things ready, and Buffy & I looked at each other with complete love. He put his little paw on my hand, drew a last breath, and died. Buffy went on his own terms, with love.
I have a vision of Buffy galloping like a puppy as he runs into my mom's arms, and the two of them cuddling like crazy! My daddy probably said, "Who the heck is that?"
His favorite vet (who wasn't there) said the day before that "Buffy is the sexiest Bichon I've ever treated," which freaked me out for moment before he explained that Buffy was the perfect breed standard. What a tribute to my beautiful boy!
There simply isn't enough water in this world to match my tears. I feel truly and utterly alone in the world. I keep finding Buffy's little things, and am trying to decide what to keep, what to toss, and what to give to a food bank (surely there are dogs in need of food, too). Right now, I'm sleeping with his blankie, but if I do stick around, maybe some other little white dog will need it. We prayed HARD for Dixie to find Buffy; now I ask each friend of mine to pray that the perfect Bichon for me would appear in the Lord's time.
Thank you for the tributes and the love you've shown to my Buffy, my Beautiful Boy!
Melissa, sole survivor of Team Buffy
March 30th 2010 5:46 pm
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Well, it doesn't look like Mom's coming back, so I've been hanging out with Melissa. She takes me to work, shopping (except when there's food - I think that's discriminating), and pretty much everywhere. Except that Mom's not around, it's almost like normal - except the house is all messed up with boxes marked "Books" "Kitchen" "Bedroom" "Salvation Army" and stuff like that. When we go to Melissa's house, she keeps saying that we're going to live there. I'm not real sure about that - I hate, hate, hate the steps.
I had surgery on the first day of the big storms! I came home all zonked out, and when I woke up, the snow was over my head! It was a real challenge to use the little dog's room, but we finally got dug out a couple days later. I still have the dreaded poodle leg, though.
Melissa & I have been getting ready for Easter - another holiday without Mom. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that Melissa's my new mom, and it almost works. Maybe it will work, eventually.
Have a Happy Easter, everyone! Oh, and to my Jewish friends - next year in Jerusalem!
December 15th 2009 6:15 pm
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Well, it's over two months now since I've seen Mom. I thought maybe Amos had kidnapped and she was at his house, but we went there on Thanksgiving, and she wasn't there. Even though Christmas is next week, there's hardly any decorations up - Mom always had lots of blinky-twinkly stuff around (including those stupid deer wannabes in the yard). I got so worried this weekend, I was sick as a dog, and embarrassed myself at the office. I tried to hide, but no one even tried to punish me - like I could control it.
I haven't let Melissa out of my sight - what if she disappears, too? I couldn't handle living with Amos! And she's pretty good about it, too. The only thing is when she goes to some stores, she claims I'm not allowed in them. I think she's lying! I go into lots of stores - in a cart, but still, everyone loves me - why would some stores discriminate? Melissa says it's because of food, but I don't know. I HATE sitting in the car alone! She's also taken me to this huge meadow, and told me that's where Mom's body is, that the Mom we love is in Heaven with Jesus. I have to be good, so I can see her again.
But back to Christmas. Does this mean no Santa Paws? No treats? I don't care about the toys, but I love a full house with lots of treats! Jim's coming in