Buddy: 1991-June 15, 2008
Buddy's smile made everything OK, even when it was not. Having lost his tail-wagging ability when bumped by a car well over a decade ago, the smile communicated everything: I'm happy to see you; I'm glad you're home; Thanks for the pat; Would you please rub my tummy?; I'd like a cookie, please.
He raised three girls, one to age 13, another to 16, and the oldest to 30. All of us have cried on his furry black coat and spent time talking to him when we couldn't anybody else.
He was the perfect companion to Grandmother when the rest of us didn't know what to say or how to say it. He lived nearly two years after her passing.
Buddy Stone died just after noon today, June 15, 2008, at Coffee Memorial Animal Clinic in La Center. He was about 17.
He leaves behind the three girls, one of them now with a husband who will mourn his loss as they do. He leaves behind their mother and aunt, who grieve alongside them. He leaves behind too many precious memories to count.
Services consisted of a flannel sheet, a shady spot, some fresh-picked hydrangea blossoms, tears and hugs. He would have enjoyed all but the tears, which he would have somehow still understood.
Buddy was loved more than human words or emotions could ever show. Thankfully, he was not human, so he knew anyway.
We miss you, old friend. Enjoy your well-deserved rest now in a place where there is no pain.