MY DEAR BUDDY
March 1, 2010 - July 5, 2018 from Sioux City, Iowa
Thank you for being you. And I will be missing you forever...
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When a beloved pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
It makes friends with other animals, and they are as healthy and playful as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes when one will suddenly stop and look into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent, and his eager body quivers. Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across the green field and into your embrace.You celebrate in joyous reunion. You will never again separate.
Happy tears and kisses are warm and plentiful; your hands again caress the beloved head. You look into the loving eyes of your pet and know that you never really parted. You realize that thought out of sight, and your love had been remembered.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
Continue reading to get to know Buddy...
Hi there, my name is Brooke, the owner of my beloved friend, Buddy. When I adopted Buddy, he was about 4 months old. I was 11. I am now 19 and I feel like I have lost a best friend that I had for 8 years. How does one cope with such a loss? Well, let me tell you a little about my best friend.
Buddy was a playful pup, always filled with happiness and compassion. We got to know each other very quickly and grew to become inseparable. Buddy and I truly shared a special bond that I don't think I will share with anyone else. Buddy was the BEST dog. Such a smart dog he was, we didn't have any problem teaching him to go outside for the bathroom or even little tricks. Buddy truly had a great personality. He knew when I was upset and would show me love and support always.
The last year and a half of his life were truly the hardest. Buddy, in 2017, tore his ACL in both of his hind legs. That didn't stop him, though. After recovery of both surgeries, he was back to his goofy and loving self. Shortly after his birthday in March of 2018, he started to become sick. It wasn't too bad so we left it alone. He had his bad days, but more good days. In the last 2 months of his life, he started to become even more sick. We took him to get a checkup and they couldn't see anything wrong except that his liver enzyme levels were extremely high. Buddy was out on a medication to help balance it out. We then had to go back to the vet because it was not helping. He was getting worse. The vet prescribed Buddy anti-inflammatory medications for his digestive track. Those still did not help. A couple days after he was off the medications, we took him back to get an x-ray to see if there was something seriously wrong. Unfortunately, there was. The x-ray results came back and showed a large "space-occupying-mass" by his intestines. This mass was taking up too much space in his abdominal cavity and was causing Buddy to become extremely sick.
the vet told us we have 3 options: let Buddy live his life, do a surgery to see the status of the mass, or put him down.
Some may ask, "Why not do a surgery? you could have saved him?" Well, that's true. And I have regrets about it every day. But we didn't because there was a great chance that the mass could have been tangled up in his intestines or actually attached to an organ and they would not have been able to take it out. So, we decided to put him to rest. We did not choose to let him live out the rest of his life because we felt he didn't have much time left, and we could tell that he was not feeling well himself. He was miserable. He went from 15 lbs to 8 lbs in a year because he was not eating. He couldn't even walk up the stairs.
Buddy was truly the greatest dog I will ever have known, and he will be in my heart forever. Everyone loved Buddy so much. I know Buddy is and will always be with me, following me around like he always did.
I love you, Buddy. You have made an impact in all the lives that were involved in yours. Rest Easy, Bubbles.