Eulogy For Buddy (#101)

Finding a loved one by mere scent, frolicking blindly across the kitchen floor, forming his pug mouth in a comical attempt to bring forth sounds of adoration for his family of humans, his pack. That was Buddy, the biggest pug with an even bigger heart, the most loving dog I have ever known.

He could also bring forth my disdain in a heartbeat. Coming up along side my legs he would sneeze onto my feet then nuzzle his face against my pants to wipe his face. I’d be ughing….. my daughter and her family would be hooting with laughter and egging him on.

Never overweight, Buddy was just a sturdy, stocky dog with a thick, soft coat of fur. Most times he walked with a regal bearing. Occasional outbursts of energy always caught the family by surprise.

One minute quiet; the next, slamming his front paws down in front of you for a game of tag. Two minutes later, he’d be done and walking over to his pillow for a lie-down.

When this beloved pet left his earthly body on January 24th and crossed over to that spiritual world some know as heaven, there were no words to comfort those who loved him, who still love him. Sorrow only washes clean with achingly hard tears. There’s no getting around it!

Those tears have to fall freely like a strong spring rain washing away the accumulated emotional grunge of guilt and blame; anger and regret. Only then does the hard lump in the throat soften, the stomach settles, and the heart sighs its quiet wisdom: breathe deep, sit quiet, meditate on the love.

Surely, Buddy was one great adorable dog. He showered his human family with much love and adapted amazingly to his diminishing sight and hearing by finding his family by scent. He’d search through all the rooms of the house, sniffing along the way. When he’d find them he’d wag his tail in delight as if it were all just another game.

Buddy spent a joyous eleven years on this earth surrounded by a loving family. He was there to comfort them through intense emotional times and shared in many a wondrous family event filled with laughter, warmth and lots of hugs.

He will always be missed, always remembered, always loved. He appears in our dreams now as a young puppy pug running around in a great sunny field. He’s not alone. He’s there playing with Pop, my dad who had a great love for animals.

After a while they sit beneath a tree to rest in the shade, have a snack and a snooze. They dream of all their loved ones here on this earthly plane and keep watch as angels from above.

Joy! Tin Can Annie

(aka Tin Can Traveler)

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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2 Responses to Eulogy For Buddy (#101)

  1. Amber says:

    A beautiful tribute to our sweet little boy. Thank you mom!

  2. I hear you, I know the aching and missing… thanks for putting it into words for us to feel too.

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