If I knew, I mean TRULY knew how much it would hurt to lose a pet . . .
. . . I still would not give up a single nanosecond that I spent loving Buddy.
He was my rock when I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.
He was Ken’s rock after his father died.
He was Ken’s best friend. My husband lost his best friend. I lost the first animal I ever truly loved.
He left us peacefully in his sleep last night.
I don’t have words to express my grief. My sorrow. My heartbreak.
My joy. My love. My Buddy.
Rest in peace, Big Boy. My Old Man. Play with your Grandpa.
Please do what I asked you to do for me.
And again, thank you for your time with us here.