It’s been two days now that my buddy puppy went home. My folks called to say he was very sick and Dr. Jones said it was only matter, that his kidneys were shutting down. It all happened so fast. On Sunday he was fine – playing with his sister, running, barking.
On Thursday, he passed over Rainbow Bridge. It was cancer that took my buddy from me. He lived in the house he was born in and never traveled more than 10 miles from home. He was born the day I moved out on my own, but he chose me as his human. He would sit by me at dinner. Jump on my lap just to be near me. Chase his litter mates away from me, because I was his human. Such devoted love from such a gentle creature is the greatest gift God can give us.
Then a few years ago, my company moved 2000 miles away from him. I am going home in two weeks. Just two weeks and I would have been with my Little Schmidt again. Holding him, playing with him, sleeping with him. But this disease was moving too fast. He would have been in agony. And so my Little Schmidt died with my mom, dad, and brother holding him while Dr. Jones gently sent him on his way. I wanted to be with him. To hold my Buddy Puppy one more time. Now, I can only forever hold my Bud Pup in my heart.
Rest peacefully - guarded by God's Angels,
| Little Schmidt |
| Jo-Ann |