Buddy Flys

It was seven years ago that i met him while picking up a load of donated hay. His family were moving to Australia and they were not taking there dogs. I had Jingle in the truck with for me the ride. She was at the time about 15 years old. A very senior boarder collie cross mixed with pit bull. She was a great dog and they did have fun together. When i asked the family what they were going to do with there dogs they told me they had found homes for the others but commented "it was hard to find a home for a big dog". It saddened me for this dog that he would not only loose his human family , but his dog one as well. I asked the man if i could let my dog out would Buddy be okay with her and he promised me he would. And when Buddy got too close to my Jingle Bell she let him know who was boss right away. I knew he wouldn't hurt her after that and this is how Buddy came to live with us.

Buddy who had lived with horses and pigs before was still needing some training. On his first day of "meet and greet" as this family wanted to make sure there dog was going to good home , he kept busy chasing four of my babies . I finally got a hold of him, but on the next test i gave him i knew he was smart and knew he could learn.... if he wanted too. His bowl, his bed, his favorite stuffy and a folder came after .

Buddy would chase the horses if they got all frisky and as he got older he would growl at the pigs if they got in his space. And there was a time when i threw up my hands up and said your not dog for a pig sanctuary and your otta here ..but he was my dog .

So we both learned to keep the pigs out of his way and he learned to get up and move if they bothered him.

It was a sunny day and we had so many freinds here helping us today but its been 25 days since i was told he had cancer. I have every day since then marked on a make shift calender..how he appeared to be feeling , what he ate and what he didn't. My fridge is full of little dishes of various temptations. I fed it raw then i offered it cooked , i boiled, fried , and opened cans.

As the days went by I could get less and less into him. He got weaker and i cried my heart out all day yesterday facing our tomorrow. My dog was no longer happy and to keep him another day would be for selfish reasons , he was not the dog he was such a short time ago .

So fighting tears i made the call this morning and Buddy was released from this world and we let him go in his grandmas car, my Moms- so he could get into more easily. I stroked his beautiful face as he went into a deep sleep and on to heaven .


I told him he was a good GOOD dog and that he wouldn't have to put up with pigs where he was going.