Suffering loss…

My dog died a little while ago…

I’ve held off writing about it because I thought it might actually get easier to do so.

I was wrong.

Buddy came into my life about 5 years ago. He was an adorable, brown, bow-legged miniature daschund and I’d like to tell you about him.

He attacked me the day I went to get him. He did so because he was insanely protective of his owners. They had to put him in the passenger seat next to me because he wouldn’t let me touch him.
He loved to ride though. So he stayed in the car, whining ever so softly as we drove off, leaving his previous family behind.

On the drive home, which was approximately 30 minutes long, he kept increasing the volume of his now familiar whine until I invited him onto my lap. Once there he stood on his hind legs with his fore legs braced on my arm. He loved that spot.:)
I always thought it gave him that living ‘on-top-of-the-world’ feeling. 🙂
Anyway, by the time we arrived home he had become my protector and no one could come near me, not even my husband!

It stayed like that. He was so full of life and character and had a truly phenomenal personality.

We have had a couple of incidents where he got injured and he never truly recovered from the last one.

I loved him sooooo much and I know that there has never been nor will there ever be anyone who loves me the way he did.

He was the best.

Hopefully I get the opportunity to write about him again….when it feels less raw.

One thing I am certain of, he can never be replaced and I will never forget him….