Buck came into my life when I was still an infant. I don’t really know if I was an ecastic infant, but I know that I really am glad my mother brought him home that day. I didn’t see him as a dog or pet,
I saw him as my little brother.
Throughout the years, he protected me, played with me, and did lots of other things. He always stayed loyal. Of course, when we moved to another house, he always somehow got out. But we didn’t have to worry about him running away. He always came back. Probably because we fed him. But I’d like to believe he came back because he loved our family. As I grew, he did too.
We cherished so many things with Buck, that it is still too hard to move on. You see, our doggy was no ordinary doggy. He never ever went to the vet and always ate a nice diet of hamburgers and cake and just…all the stuff we ate. From what I can see, he did better without that nasty artificial stuff. But when I turned 12, he started getting very sick. He went blind, deaf and got very bad arthritis. But it didn’t stop him from playing with us. In fact, before he went completely blind, he created his own path in our backyard!! But on July 31st, when he was 13 and 10 months…something was wrong.
I was playing in the backyard with our new puppy, Sophia, when I noticed something wrong with him. I put her down and petted and kissed him, but it was like he hardly recognized me. I shook it off and took Sophia inside. Later on that night, we were all playing outside in the front. My daddy brought him to the front to give him a shower. When he was finished, my daddy called to him to follow and
he clapped his hands.
The usual Buck would charge after him, but he didn’t budge. Worried, I followed him to the garage and stayed with him for a little bit. As he was sitting in front of the fan to dry his fur, I brought him water. The usual Buck would gulp the whole thing. He didn’t touch it. I brought him a piece of meat, and the usual Buck would practically swallow it whole. But he didn’t even try to eat it. I then knew something was wrong. I started crying and asked my daddy what was wrong with him. I was hungry, so I petted him, kissed him then went inside to eat.
Little did I know, that was the last time I saw him alive. About 2 minutes later, my little sister came running in crying. I asked her what was wrong, when she told me to look in the garage. I ran there and…he was gone. I started crying so hard. I was mad at myself for leaving him. I went to him and kissed him over and over, begging him to come back trying to bribe him by saying we had a huge amount of food, but he wouldn’t wake. I prayed hard that night.
Begging God to bring him back, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. That night, was the hardest night of my life. We buried him in the backyard, his backyard. Hours after his burial service we made for him, I walked around the backyard, hoping to see him hiding somewhere for me to find him, but he wasn’t there. I sat in front of his grave, crying and telling him that he would always be with me and that it would be weird not to see him around anymore.
He was almost 14 years old. I always thought he would be there forever. He grew up with me, he just grew up a lot faster than me. I will always love him, and he will always be the best doggy in the world to me. My puppy and personal hero. Buck was man’s true best friend.
You are always loved,
| Buck |
| Darl |