We let Buddy go this afternoon. He died in my arms in the park at 2:47pm. This wasn't just my dog. He was my friend. I cherished every last minute with him and am so grateful for his life.
I was living with my parents in 2016 outside of Mineola, Tx. The highway intersection near their land was a common area for people to abandon their dogs. One day we were looking out the front door and saw this little guy coming up the driveway and headed to the barn. My mom started putting food out and every day moved his bowl a little closer to the front porch. He was ours from that time on. My mom passed away in 2021 and I promised I would take him after she was gone.
He never barked or made much noise. All he wanted was to eat, sleep, go outside, and occasionally go to the park. But most of all he was there watching his Longhorns every step of the way with the occasional half time nap. I will miss you the rest of my days.