Saturday, March 9th, marked seven years with my best Buddy boy. I still find it hard to believe that a dog this awesome just wandered into our backyard seven years ago, and chose to stay. He definitely came to the right place! Buddy has seen me through my teenage years, which had their ups and downs, and now my confusing and exciting early twenties. I’m so thankful to have Buddy at this time in my life. He is a quiet, constant friend, a loyal walking buddy, a diligent protector. I couldn’t ask for more.
Buddy is at least ten years old now, and I’m facing the harsh reality that he won’t be here for much longer. You can tell his age by the white hairs concentrated on his little chin, the slower step, the more frequent vet visits. Buddy has become such an integral part of our lives, and the thought of his presence no longer being with us is incredibly painful. But he’s here now, and I have to stop worrying and remember to enjoy every moment with my big baby. He isn’t letting his age get him down, and neither should I.
It’s amazing how completely he enjoys life. Napping on the couch is the best thing ever; napping on the tile is the best thing ever; eating is the best thing ever; walking is the best thing ever; stopping mid-walk to roll in the neighbor’s grass is the best thing ever; barking at crows and vultures is the best thing ever; riding in the car is the best thing ever. Buddy enjoys every part of life, and reminds me that I need to do the same.
Buddy, thank you for being my dog, for choosing to stop in our yard and stick around. Thank you for your friendship, your loyalty, and your protection. Thank you for making me laugh, cry, and even get angry. Thank you for being my best boy.
You’re always number one.
I captured these photos on Saturday when Buddy was enjoying a good roll and some stinky salmon treats. He had a good birthday!
