In loving memory of Buddy
Our daughter and granddaughter are two special needs ladies. Their counselors determined they needed a dog. We acquired 2 year old mixed female named Lucy who turned out to be an excellent guard dog. She ripped the pants off an intruder who entered our yard one rainy night and brought them to us full of blood. The counselors said this dog was lonely and needed another dog friend. We adopted an abandoned and abused energetic reddish brown Chesapeake Bay Retriever who had been found and was recused from a farmer’s field. His name was Buddy, and he became a very special dog. He was everyone’s “Buddy.” From the information on his chip, he was 6 years old. He had many behavior problems. My late wife and I gave both dogs a lot of attention and love to mold them into manageable dogs for the girls. The two dogs were the best friends with each other and Lucy the female gave Buddy a lot of attention and affection. Four years ago, the girls had to give the dogs up because of their living conditions and the dogs came to live with my wife and I. The girls visited the dogs about twice every week. My wife died 2 years ago, and it was me and the dogs living in the house. Buddy bonded to me and became my shadow. He basically followed me everywhere I went, even from room to room. He wanted constant petting and attention. His health started going downhill because of his age (15). He mostly slept day and night and became time to put him down. The vet said his heart was failing. It was sad to see him go. Lucy knew something was wrong when we put him down and has laid by his grave every day for weeks.
