While close-up face to face with him and looking at each other’s eyes, Buddy slipped instantly from fully conscious into unconscious perfect peace, and then within a couple of minutes (tough guy – he needed a second dose) into irreversible, eternal oblivion at 9:06 AM today, August 5, 2015, eight years since he adopted me in August 2007. He was about 9 years old, date of birth unknown. He adopted me as a stray. The last words he heard, repeatedly, were, “You’re a good Buddy.” Nothing is more true. Thanks, all, for your caring support. I know that some of you have been really “there” for us, and continue so. It counts. It matters.
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Thank you, Buddy.
I’m going for a walk now, as you would have
me do now and at least three times every day.
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