Buddy was a simple dog. He liked nothing more than being brushed or chasing after his “squeaky thingy”. There are complicated dogs (I have a boxer) and there are simple dogs, Buddy was just a simple dog. We rescued him at approximately 6 months old from a neighbour who had a habit of “rescuing” dogs then just leaving
them in their back yard.
When we got acquainted Buddy had so many ticks on him the vet said that he would have been dead within a week. We rescued him (okay so to be honest we jumped the fence and stole him)…., He died September 13, 2002 at age (approximately) 11. I like to think, that had it have not been for us he would have died a long time before that. His best pal in the world was Sox (a boxer/something mix) and she passed two years ago. He has never been the same since, and I like to think that Sox was on the other side of the rainbow bridge waiting for him, just plotting what mischief the two of them could get up to.
He was buried next to Sox, with his favorite “squeaky thingy” next to him. I will miss him so much it is horrible.
Night Night Budden Budden.
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