Most of you know I lost Buddy on the 19 of Feb. I’m still not able to write about it. I may never be able to. He was more than the family pet. Sheesh I’m crying again. Later

My best friend Buddy passed away thurs, Feb 19 about 6:30 am. There was no place to take him and the most horrible thing was, he cried tears. We did all we could do to make him comfortable. My heart is broken. I keep thinking I’ll wake up from this nightmare. Buddy now sits in a box on my cabinet. There’s just something not right about this. Buddy and I used to lay on the bed together and I would tell him what will I do without him. His young face would smile at me and he would lick me as if there were no cares. And back then there were no cares. He is gone. He is gone. Part of me is gone with him. Part of my heart died that morning. Buddy got me through more than anyone can ever realize. I miss him so much, all I can do is weep. I love my other dogs and they are a blessing but the patriarch of the family is gone and he suffered. There was no warning. Although we knew it was coming. People always say to me, well you knew it was coming. They did not see their dog cry out for hours taking his last few breaths.
I miss you Buddy. I will love you forever.