November 5th, 2010

Buddy

Nov 2010 Update on Buddy

(Picture from 23 Oct 2010)

Buddy isn't doing well.  For those of you just reading this LJ for the first time, Buddy is my 10 year old Shih Tzu and he lives with my parents.  I watch him for them quite a bit, so he's my dog too.  Back in March of this year he was diagnosed with an inoperable malignant tumor.   The vet had initially given him a month and now here it is early November.  He'd have good days and bad days.  Right now, Buddy's not eating regularly, he's having trouble going to the bathroom.  Bud's even having trouble jumping up on the furniture and can't be helped up because it hurts him.  His back legs are giving him trouble.  When he sleeps, if he moves in his sleep, he wakes up yelping in pain.  We're taking him to the vet today.
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Why I will never forget the 5th of November

The words "Remember remember the fifth of November" bring to mind Guy Fawkes Day and more recently the movie V for Vendetta.  I'll be remembering this date for an entirely different reason, one that has nothing to do with movies, politics, religion, or gunpowder. Today was the day Buddy died.  As those of you following my LJ or who've read my last entry know, Buddy has been doing poorly; he had an inoperable malignant tumor.  As it is, when they diagnosed him back in March, we almost lost Buddy on the operating table due to bleeding, and that was just for a biopsy of the tumor.  The vet had given him 1 month and he managed to get 8.  As time has gone on, especially over the last month, it became more apparent that the tumor was causing Buddy problems.  Over the past 8 months, he's had good days and bad days, but, especially lately, he's not quite been himself.  I had been going over my parents, whenever I could,  staying there to watch him when they were away, and calling them on the phone to check on Buddy (and my parents) when I couldn't go in person (like this week where I've been fighting a nasty viral cold myself). Got the word this Wednesday that Buddy wasn't doing well at all.   Called again on Thursday, at night.  I went over my parents' early this morning, Friday, to spend time with Buddy.  Later, I went with him and my parents to the vet.  I was there with Buddy when he passed.



I keep thinking back to when Buddy was a puppy, back when he was a little energetic 5 pound ball of fur.  He grew into a 25 pound lapdog with an attitude, who would try to talk to get your attention.  He wasn't just a pet, he was part of the family.  He was also my friend. I miss him and I'll never forget him.