We lost a member of our family today. Bud was put to sleep this afternoon after seventeen years full of smiles and good times. Even though he was not my dog, after almost four years of living under the same roof I felt very attached to our “Old Man.”
Bud was an all white Heeler and about the happiest dog I’ve ever seen. He never seemed to complain about anything and loved being outdoors. I remember he welcomed me to this house and just about every other visitor that ever came by. He was always interested in everyone in the neighborhood and was capable of finding the good part of each of us. It occurs to me a lot of people could learn a lot about living from our dear friend Bud.
As much as I could, I tried to make some time for him when the weather was fine and we would chase each other around the backyard. Even though his health was slipping back then he could not restrain himself from running faster than his legs could carry him, spinning around, and snapping the sticks I grabbed that came from the willow tree. That’s the part I’ll remember most about him.
I knew he was suffering a lot late last night when he cried out for help after falling and not being able to get back up. Strangely, since I had almost never heard that from him, I had concluded it was the other dog, Bean, that was making all the noise. Bud had somehow recovered from several setbacks over the years. Last night I knew the time had come to make the most difficult decision.
All of us who knew Bud will miss him and I know he is in a better place now. Early on, I made Bud a promise that when the time comes I’ll see him on the other side. He seemed to always respond exactly as he should if he understood what I said to him. I know he will be waiting for me when my time comes.