Buddy was a special dog, as all pets are. My son, Justin, wanted another pet after the death of his other dog, Poochie. I told him to go pick one out but don’t get one if they were ugly. I didn’t know what a Callihoose was anyway. He came home with this little fat ugly white puppy with the most amazing blue eyes. He grew on us and I called him “Buddy” because he followed us everywhere. He grew into the most loving and protective dog. He went everywhere with Justin and he only chased cars when the kids were outside by the road. Buddy was protecting them from those “things.”
I believe Buddy was about 6 months old when he died. The kids were outside at the bus stop on the morning of Oct. 3, 2002. Buddy was out there with them and they complained that he was getting in the road so I told Justin (he’s 8 years old) to get the chain and chain him to the porch
until the bus came.
As Justin was walking up the road to get Buddy, a truck pulling a stock trailer came barreling down the road and run over Buddy in front of Justin. Skylar, my daughter, was on the porch and didn’t see it happen but Justin did. Justin went to school and had to talk to the counselor and he came home and cried all night.
My husband, Dean, took Buddy to the work yard where his company kept their heavy equipment and the other guys he worked with dug a hole next to the fence and they buried him with his blanket (as Dean said) “Where Buddy would never be bothered again.” We miss him so much and still think about him. Justin wrote a story at school about him and wrote “he died saving my life.”
Ironically, we have a little white kitten who does the exact same actions as Buddy did. She’ll peeked around the corner of the porch when we pull up and come running when we get out of the vehicle and she’ll dig in the same dirt pile as Buddy and when Justin digs in that pile, that kitten is right there with him digging…just like Buddy.