This past Wednesday night, Buddy let out about 6 very loud barks. When I went to see what was wrong, he looked to be having a heart attack or seizure. He stopped breathing. I gave him mouth-to-mought and brought him back briefly. By the time I got him to the vet, he was gone. I got him from the Pennsylvania SPCA in August of 1990. He was an abused animal and the staff encouraged me to select another dog because they thought that he would have some pretty severe behavior problems. I said, “No, then he’s the one that needs my help the most.” He made two subsequent moves with me to Ohio and then finally to Texas. He would have been 16 this August. He was my best friend, first child, and so much more. I miss him terribly!