We said goodbye to our sweet Buddy last Monday. His happy self to the end, he crossed the rainbow bridge quietly and painlessly out in our garden surrounded by the comfort of his family, his favourite pea plants, and snuffing the remnants of his cheeseburger because he could never stand to let a single food molecule go to waste.
He enjoyed camping, picking carrots, peas and raspberries unassisted from the garden, and hanging out on the couch. He tolerated hiking but loved the nap in the car afterwards. He would chase a ball no more than three times before declaring himself done and leaving you to go retrieve it for him on the fourth throw. He had the best show pony prance I’ve ever seen on a four legged animal that was always heralded by someone happily yelling about it every time we left the house on a walk.
The loss is deep. Like all great dogs there was never going to be enough time with him, but it was the best time in the world.