Boxer Dog stories about Buffy
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Life
with Kids
When the kids were about 7-8 months
old, my hips began to slow me down. I really loved to run fast, but
I just couldn't do it anymore. On top of this, Chelsea started to challenge
me for the position in the family. One time she bit me so bad, Mom had
to take me to the Doctor to have sutures in my leg. Dad was the Alpha
male and we all knew it, so Dad would get Chelsea down and growl at
her. After 2 or 3 times she finally relented, but I still had to be
on guard. We did finally work it out and I kept my position, thanks
to Dad for his help.
One time Dad took the kids in his
truck and I had to ride with Mom in the car. Boy was I mad! I never
took my eyes off that truck ahead of us and if Mom touched me, I said
"Quit". It was about a 15 or 20 mile trip and I never took
my eyes off Dad's truck, except one brief moment to tell Mom to quit.
I took my paw and swiped at Mom to let her know to leave me alone. I
was very jealous of those kids. I was mad and Dad was going to know
it, just wait until we get home. We arrived and I wouldn't look at Dad
and I ignored him when he talked to me, just like I did Mom that time.
I was really great at turning my head away from you if I was upset with
you. My way of telling you " I am mad at you".
Older
Years
I was scared of thunderstorms and
would hide under Dad and Mom's desk. Chelsea always took the bathroom
tub to hide in. I wanted close to Mom and Dad because I knew they would
protect me.
Mom gave me aspirin as long as she
could for my hips. She gave me food with it so I would not get ulcers
or bleed. Sometimes she would give me an antacid, but the the Dr. said
to put me on Prednisone. Mom learned later that giving Prednisone every
other day is much better than every day, as it is not as hard on us.
I got hypothyroidism as I got older
and had to take Salzine also. This caused me to have a little "bug-eyed
" look. This also caused my breathing to become more and more labored.
I wasn't able to climb into the van like I used to. I really started
to get bad in late 1998. We took a van trip late in the fall, and I
just couldn't get back in the van without Dad lifting me. My expression
gave away the feelings I had. I rested up when we returned home, but
mostly just slept the best I could and go outside to do my business.
I got worse in Jan 1999 and a hard decision had to be made to allow
me to rest. Mom call the Dr. and I knew, I had seen this before with
Tigger. I ate and went outside and just look out over the world, best
I could, because I loved life and I loved my family. I didn't really
want to go yet, but Dad said it was time, so I came in and got on the
sofa in my favorite place and put my paw forward. Mom said I knew and
I did. I went to sleep like I had lived my life, with Bravery and knowing
that I had been loved and had loved deeply.
Mom
and Dads Comments
Buffy Sue loved us, our home, and
showed us gratitude for all she had. She knew a bad home, and then ours,
and she never forgot.
We were squatting down beside her
just prior to her going to sleep and we were gently crying and she looked
over at us and put her paw up to us, as if to say, " It will be
O.K."
Buffy was very sweet, kind, brave
and funny. She had Hip Dysplasia, but that was the only thing bad about
Buffy. She was a unique girl.
We love and miss her to this day.
Buffy
Sue
06/15/89
to 01/11/99
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