Oliver And Buddy Options

[rollie pollie ol...]

I'm so torn on what I will have to do. My dog, a now 7 year old golden retriever named Buddy, was diagnosed with heart and kidney problems that were curable by itself, but would affect one another if treated. He also has a possibility of cancer. we were told it was best to put him to sleep that week of March, but he seemed like he was still battling to live, so we didnt. We've had to "force feed" him liquidized dog food for the past 2 months. He's lived longer than the vet said he would, but now he's starting to wear. He's alive but he stands up with difficulty and sometimes refuses to lay down because i'm guessing it hurts, he's really really skinny. I know it's almost his time, but he's been with me for so long that I don't want to let him go. I read on here someone said, taking the final step is the final act of love, and i take that to the heart because i know this is what's best for him, let him go, let him rest. I'm gonna miss him so much, his positive attitude about everything, his greet after school, the wag of his tail (even now that he's so weak, he still manages to shake it when i call his name). I love you Buddy, and I'm going to miss you so much. April 3, 2002 -


In March when we found out buddy was sick, I had gotten a kitten earlier that week. He was like a little beacon of happiness, not meant to replace buddy because no one ever could, but to allow me to cope with what would have to be done. He was a little long haired tuxedo kitten with a pink "button" nose and some wide eyes. It looked like he'd been electricuted or something, he was amazing. When it was time to sleep i would make a triangle with my arm and he would curl up inside of it from day one. He followed me everywhere, he talked to me, i know he loved me and i love him. He began to stop eating his food, which was wierd since he always loved his food, but ate small portions of our cat's food. We didn't really think much of it until he stopped eating that. by this time he was always sleeping, always lethargic. I decided to take him to the vet where the possibility of FIP came up and a test was taken. I wouldnt get the results until the next day, but that night i'll never forget. He was on my bed like usual and he jumped off to use the litterbox, he fell face flat because he was so weak. I knew this wasn't good. the next day after school i recieved news that it was FIP. I knew what had to be done. When I came home i found him on my bed just laying there. I spent time with him until it was time to take him to the vet. I decided to stay in the room when they were going to put him to sleep. He was so anemic that the injection wouldn't go in, it took four times. I wanted to be there for my little boy, I was there when he came home, i wanted to be there when he was at peace. i remember staring into his eyes, and i didnt realize when he was finally gone. I know i did the right thing, I just miss him so much, he really was one of a kind. I love you Rollie Pollie Ollie, I hope your enjoying your new life. January 3, 2009 - May 5, 2009


I cope by telling myself how i gave them the best life i could give them. knowing that they knew i loved them. It's hard losing two pets at such small intervals, but it's for the best. I know i loved them, and im sure they know it too. God works in mysterious ways, currently I've got my hands full with 4 little bundles of joy. my manager found 4 5 week old kittens in her backyard and called me. I decided to take them in and they are just so amazing. I know i'm going to need something to keep a smile on my face when buddy has to leave us, and i'm happy it's them.

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise