As I write this I’m sitting on the sofa. Normally Buddy would be lying beside me with his head touching my thigh.
But Buddy died today.
It’s crazy. We were just at the vet yesterday having a growth on his tail checked out. The vet who saw him said it was no big deal. Buddy flirted with the techs and ate treats.
This morning I called the vet clinic again because Buddy wouldn’t get up. He didn’t want to go potty or even into the living room with me. I somehow managed to get him in the car and back to the vet clinic where they determined he had a ruptured hemangiosarcoma on his spleen. After talking with the vet, I agreed to have him euthanized.
Just like that my sweet dog is gone.
I know he didn’t want to go. It was so unfair! He finally had a home where he was loved and cared for, and cats who doted on him. But life isn’t fair, and no amount of wishful thinking was going to change his fate. Still, he wasn’t happy about it and bit a vet tech as she attempted to insert a catheter in his leg for the euthanasia drugs.
Buddy, I will miss your always being close to me. How you looked at me like I was the most wonderful person in the world. How you barked at me to make room for you on the couch, And how you snuck around trying to get into a litterbox when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.
You were the goodest dog, Buddy. And I am never going to forget you.