11/28/2025
Buddy
11-25-25
Today, I let go of my best friend.
Buddy spent 15 years being the boss of the house and somehow also my best friend. He had an old soul from day one—wise eyes, calm energy, and a knack for acting like he’d seen it all long before I ever did. And yes, he was spoiled every single day of his life… and he absolutely knew it. From stealing my spot on the couch to convincing everyone he was starving five minutes after eating, he mastered the art of getting exactly what he wanted. Food was his greatest love (after me, of course), and he treated every meal like it was the best thing that ever happened.
He came to me as a rescue, but in every way that mattered, he rescued me right back. Through every high and low, every move, every heartbreak, and every triumph, he was right there—acting like he was the one holding everything together (and honestly, he kind of was). He tolerated my chaos, I tolerated his attitude, and together we made it through life’s messes with a whole lot of love and a whole lot of personality.
He gave me loyalty, comfort, laughter, and more character than should’ve fit in one dog. My heart is breaking saying goodbye to him, but it’s full of every moment he made better just by being there.
Buddy entered this world a dog… but died a gentleman—with the heart of an old soul.