Nicknames: Butterball, The Budster, Baby boy Bud, Mr. B
Birthday: February 1st 2001
Likes: Family, playing with Whitley, his BED, walks, his leash, FOOD, TREATS!!
Pet-Peeves: Too much noise at bedtime, no booties in the snow, not having his blanket spread for him, dogs with my toys
Favorite Toy: the ball
Favorite Food: Hamburgers, dog food, or anything
Favorite Walk: To the dog park
Best Tricks: Talking, moaning when he is displeased
Arrival Story: Bud was 6 months old lost, abandoned, skinny, with heartworms. He found soon to be new master out with another dog, Mocha. He was very friendly and so cute. Took him home contacted the vet clinic office from his collar, but the prior owners were not found. Treated him for heartworms, loved him, and feed him, and he became so protective to his family.
Bio: Bud used to lick all the time; it was so annoying- we would yell at him to stop. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. I read that he probably had an inferiority complex and he is saying I am sorry for everything. Instead of yelling at him to stop, he would rub him and be gentle with him. He rarely licks now unless he is stressed out.
Bud survived liposarcoma cancer for over a year and a half. Instead of radiation, chemotherapy, and surgery I boosted his immune system researching every known piece of study that I could find on his type of rare cancer and even joined an online support support for humans with liposarcoma. Changing his diet did work for quite a while but recently he would trip, fall, and hit the mass on its chest causing it to grow. After auditing a fundamentals of immunology course from Rice University, I learned why it is happening, and what was happening but not how to stop it. Presently I am taking a Neuroscience course from Harvard, that helped me inspire Bud with Positive motivation and encouragement and non pharmacological ways of stopping the pain, through hugging and rubs. There are other answers, but for old Bud who did not like vets. This was his best course. After so much pain and immobility at the last days, he stopped eating and drinking, and his heart would got give up. He was surrounded by Whitley, JT, and me when the hospice vet gave him sedative and stopped his heart. Whitley knew before the vet that his heart had stopped and sniffed to make sure. We are all deeply saddened, and resolved that he is not calling out in pain anymore. We miss you Mr. B.