This weekend, my parents were forced with making the impossible decision to put our dog, Buddy, to sleep. She hadn't been truly herself in years, but recent sickness just made it the right thing to do. After years of going on the road for soccer games, galavanting through the forest preserve and keeping a close eye on the mailman, she's at peace. My mom said she rode to the vet with her head in my mom's lap. She knew, and she was okay.
These are the pictures I could rustle up of the dog I'd had since I was about 10 years old.
We called her Budster, Buddy the Wonder Dog and Budsky (my aunt's nickname for "The Polish Dog.")
Meeting her new brother, Guinness. He had the furriest ears I've ever felt.
She was a good dog.
And lest we get too sad, my parents still have this doofus running around the house. Meet Ziggy: