It's been a bad day... a bad week all the way around. Today, I lost my friend. He was a five month old rottweiler puppy.... and my salvation.
It's sad to sit here, to know that I'll never see him again, to watch him play, frisk about, and sit on my feet to keep me from leaving. I'll never have a Buddy kiss... a Buddy hug..... laugh at the way he sticks his head all the way out of the trunk window... or how he would always shove his head up between the seats because he didn't like being in the back seat without us. I'll never get to watch his antics as he chases his favorite toy, or watch him try to get Rocky to play. I'll never get to say to Shadow that I want my Buddy, only to have him go and get him just to make me smile.
I lost my friend today. I lost my stress reliever and my cuddle buddy. I lost the smartest dog I had ever known, to a disease that is preventable. Parvo!
My friend found Buddy, on the side of the road, hurt, lonely, scared of his own shadow. He was roughly three months old. She had him for a week or two, and then I fell in love with him. We took him home, and gave him a home full of love and laughter. He was trained, well behaved, and such a sweetheart. He didn't bark, but oh he loved hard. I had to keep him at mom's while I hunted a place for us to live besides the apartments. I thought he would be okay.
I didn't know if he had his shots, and was trying to find out if i would hurt him in case of double vaccination when he became sick. We brought him home, kept him hydrated, loved and cared for. We woke @ 7 am this morning to Buddy trying to get into our bathtub. He was sick, and was trying to get to a place where he knew it wouldn't be such a big mess! Every time he messed, he looked at me, pitiful with sorrowful eye, almost like he was saying I'm sorry Momma. I can't help it.
We took Buddy upstairs about five. I went up with him, laid down on the bed, and he laid on the ottoman. I forced meds and water into him, and petted him. We both drifted off to sleep. Sometime before 8 pm, he tucked his paw on my arm, nosed his head underneath, and he died.
The vet told us, he really didn't have much of a chance to beat this. IT's his breed. They are susceptible to it all. I did all I could with medicine, fluids etc. Parvo beat me this time.
Please my friends, make sure your animals up to date on their shots. If you find one, rescue one, or are just unsure about their vaccination history, it won't hurt to be on the safe side. I found that out too late.
With tears
Sherrie
