This is a photo of my poodle cocker spaniel mix. He lived to be 16 years and 22 days old. The little rascal went to the great beyond to be with my cats, Velvet and Sheba, in August 2016. My heart was absolutely broken that morning that I found him next to his water bowl. I knew his time was near, but it still broke my heart into pieces. I still cry when I think too much about him. He liked to curl up on the back of the sofa and stare out at the garden. He reminded me a lot of my cats to be honest with you.
He barely weighed eight pounds, but he thought he was as big as a German Shepherd. In fact, he hid behind a tree one time and barked really loudly at an actual German Shepherd who happened to be walking down the street. My little Buddy scared that big dog because his bark startled the big dog. Hah! Hah! I remember Buddy looking behind himself at me before sprinting back towards the step. I think he knew that his action may have been foolhardy.
So many memories come back to me during summer. I cannot believe that Buddy has been gone for almost six years. I planted two beautiful crepe myrtle trees in my yard in his honor near his grave. I know his spirit has gone on to that special place all God’s creations go to, but I still talk to him in early morning when I have my hot tea. I stand near the crepe myrtle trees and remember that sweet little dog that had a huge bark. I remember that sweet little dog that was absolutely obsessed with buttered toast. I kid you not, he would literally run into the kitchen whenever the toast popped out of the toaster. He knew it was buttered toast time! There are so many memories, so little time to tell them all.
I have adopted another dog. His name is BoBo. He is a dachshund beagle mix. And, he is total hound. He is loyal, energetic, and he has become my best friend.
I cannot imagine life without a dog (or a cat).
They just bring such unconditional love.
Unconditional love is seriously what we all truly need right now, and always.
Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2022