He was blind. He was deaf. His knickname was Granpa. And he could be grumpy for sure. But he was old. Still, Buddy was one of the most loyal dogs I've ever known. I got him in December of 1996; he was a rescue dog who we took in and loved immediately. He came into our family at just the right time, a little over two years after my Daddy died. Goodness knows he sat with us Miller Girls on our back deck and watched many tears fall, heard a few squabbles, and saw more than I care to ever admit. We have always joked that we'd be in a heap of trouble if Buddy ever learned to talk!
He was such a good dog, and we will miss him dearly. RIP, Bud. There'll never be another one like you.
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What a sweet tribute to your "Ole Bud", he did a great job with the Miller girls and the grand girls. The faithfulness of a good dog is to be admired. Wish I could be as loyal as a person. May he run and play and know that he was loved and cared for by three beautiful women. Not so bad for an old man, huh?
Carol
Oh B, I am so sorry! I know how hard it is to lose a family pet, more like friend!
I really loved reading about him! I am so sorry though, B. It sounds like he had a wonderful life!
I swear, nothing makes me cry more than thinking about the day our dog will die. Seriously, they are such loyal friends. I'm sorry you had to say goodbye to Buddy.
i'm so sorry :-(
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