Buddy’s sad goodbye

 

The story of “Buddy” and his love for his owner, and my father, Henry “Bud” Tarver. Dad passed from this world to Heaven, January 30, 2016, at 2:22 am.
Dad and Buddy had always been lovingly close. My brother and his wife Debra had bought Buddy, eight weeks old as a Christmas gift for Daddy in December 2002.
They had been constant companions when in October 2014 my father at 91
Years-Of-Age had a bad fall and other health problems and we had to temporary place him in a Nursing facility for a few months. Buddy stayed with my youngest brother in dad’s home. My brother took him to visit dad often. Happily in August 2015, we brought Dad and Buddy home to live with us. I have been an animal lover my entire life. But Buddy was in a strange place and nervous at first. He started lifting him leg on everything, including Lucy, our female dog. I knew I would have to retrain him. I tried putting him in a cage and taking him outside on regular two-hour trips. But he had never been in a cage and would have no part of it. I put his leash on and connect it to my kitchen cabinets. This he could live with, we took turns taking him out to play and go potty on a schedule. Buddy was a very smart dog and learned fast. Soon Buddy was loose most of the time in the house. He loved to get on the sofa across from Dad’s recliner and watch him. (reminded me of Eddie on Frazier) But certainly more love for Dad, than Eddie had for Frazier! It was strange that he wouldn’t stay long in the chair with Dad. But always lay close by and looked at him with so much love in his eyes. Dad, of course, talked to him adoringly. The Bond was so beautiful everyone commented on their love for each other.
Without realizing it, I also became very close to Buddy, I started calling him” Buddy Beano” our trips outside playing and buying him the best food he could eat, with painful and missing teeth. Taking him to the Veterinarian because one of his eyes had been damaged by a larger dog fighting with him. But more heartbreaking was the news he has heartworms and is too old to be treated for them, it would kill him. I was given antibiotics to give him twice a day for the awful eye injury and bad teeth that made half his face look infected.
He wasn’t a children’s dog, so our great grandchildren have to careful around him for a while. We would just fasten him to the cabinet when they visited for a while.
Soon it wasn’t necessary anymore. The children and Buddy learn to love each other.
Every once in a while one of them would try to pick him up, He would scream and snap at them. One of the babies would call him “Buddy’ meano” We discovered it hurt his heart to pick him up
Five nights before my father died, Buddy went into his room raised his legs up on the side of his bed and cried until we put him on his bed. Where he stayed day and night, At the foot of the bed. Of course, we took him to eat and go outside, but he seems to run so he could get back to daddy’s bed. The 3rd night he got up on Dad’s stomach and stayed there. That’s where he remained until Dad’s last breath!
Since Dad’s death, I have become very ill myself. My husband taking me to the Emergency Room on Saturday, being there all night. They ran all tests but could not find anything, so they called it a virus. I was ill about 3 days longer and got better.
Two weeks to the day I was back at Emergency Room again. This time. Much more suffering and more afraid. Same nursing staff and better Doctor. My normally low blood pressure was very high. All test showed nothing. He had our family Doctor to refer me to Heart Specialist and other Doctors.
The beautiful love of Buddy came to sleep with me, and one night got up on my stomach to comfort me. ( To be honest, it scared me also.) But by the time I was getting better, Buddy became very sick himself! I had given him tree large bottles of antibiotics. They didn’t work anymore. Buddy was very ill and ready to go to The Rainbow Bridge. He and I knew Dad would be there to take him to heaven with him.
Today I held him in my arms as the vet gently put him to sleep. We brought him home and buried him in Daddy’s fruit orchard. I’ll have his little headstone in a couple of weeks. I stood by his grave and thanked him for loving my daddy all those years. And for our relationship, that was so special to me, also.   Marjorie Tarver Vaughan,                                          Util we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.

 

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies, that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
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