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It was with many tears that our Buddy (Bo 06-259) crossed over to the rainbow bridge yesterday. Kelly, Buddy's foster mother thought that Buddy would be perfect for us as we had asked for a mellow dog. She was so right! When she took him in to be neutered, a mast cell tumor was discovered on his neck. Because of that I think many people were hesitant to take him on, but we thought we would love him for whatever time he had left. Not long after we got him, we discovered that he was in need of daily thyroid tablets but we knew that was common in Goldens and it wasn't a big deal. But in the fall of 2008 he was diagnosed with chronic leukemia. Despite his illness, he carried on and enjoyed the good life, surveying the yard as I gardened, meeting the mailman at the mailbox to get treats, taking long walks every day, and being the most mellow dog in the world (we even had someone break into our house one night while we were asleep and Buddy never barked…) He was never far from our sides, and the neighbors and all who met him, loved him despite some of the worst breath in the world. Two months ago he took a turn for the worse. We started prednizone as a means to stimulate his appetite. It helped, but in the end his system was not absorping nutrients and he was not getting the oxygen he needed. As much as he wanted to be with us and as much as we wanted him with us, he was tired and ready to go. I know everyone thinks that their dog is special but Buddy really was. As I have told neighbors about his passing they have all commented on what a wonderful dog he was. When I called the kennel where he tended to stay when we were gone, the care-givers cried on the phone and told me that he was one of their favorites. He was the calmest dog that ever lived…we only heard him bark 12 times in the almost five years that we had him. People tell me that Buddy was lucky because he came to live with us. My son says that he won the dog-lottery when we picked him up in Minnesota. But the truth is that we got so much more from Buddy than we ever gave him. We know he is in a better place now. A place where he has the energy to run and play, an appetite, and no pain. But I listen for his sigh as he would settle down and for the sound of his snoring as he would go to sleep; I look around for his body sprawled on the floor and for his tail wagging in the wind, and I long for his silky fur and stinky breath. Yes, he's in a better place but oh, how we miss him so! Julie and Allen B.
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