A pup, true to his name.
Pet Type: dog
Born: Friday, 25 July 1997 ()
Adopted: Saturday, 1 November 1997 ()
Passed: Thursday, 5 June 2014 (Staten Island, NY)
It was a confusing and anxious time in my life, being six years old. My parents were going through a divorce and I had to witness the breakdown of a marriage and a family. Certainly, sleeping in the living room of my grandparents' house just to be able to see my dad every other weekend wasn't something a kid would typically want to do. One day, my dad told my brother and I that we would no longer have to do that because he is living in an apartment now. On our weekend to visit, he brought us there and as we walked up the stairs he told us a surprise was waiting behind the door. He opened it and there he was, a puppy named Buddy. I remember my eyes instantly filling up with tears and for the first time it wasn't because my parents were fighting over the phone or because I did not want to sleep in my grandparents' living room that night. It was because I had just met a friend and little did I know what this tiny guy would do for me. We quickly learned that he loved rolled up socks and getting him "all riled up" was our new favorite pastime. You couldn't open a can of tuna without Buddy running so fast, he would slide on the tile floor and beg at your feet. He was playful, he was adorable but best of all, he was a snuggler. As I grew older, feelings didn't go away. I only had a harder time adjusting to many things that involved my parents and their new lives. When I went to visit my dad, who now lived in Great Kills, I didn't have any friends who lived on the South Shore because I was a North Shore girl. At least I knew that I had Buddy, he was my friend. He sat with me while I played GameCube, he let me dress him up, he curled up on my lap when I was upset or stressed... he was there for me. He had many nicknames but my favorite was probably "Bud-zo." He lived such a long life and I was grateful for his friendship. By the time I was 23 years old, Buddy passed away. I was especially sad because I wasn't able to see him before he left us, I didn't get to say goodbye. I hope he knew that he truly was my "buddy." It's amazing what he actually did for me. Thanks, Bud!
Favorite Thing To Do: He did a playful growl anytime you crawled on the floor and slapped the ground, he would slap the ground right after. He loved chasing us around the apartment.
Favorite Toy: rolled up socks