Buckeye

This afternoon, my parents sent their dog Buckeye to the rainbow bridge. We got Buck 2 weeks before I graduated from HS in 1993 - my aunt got 2 puppies from a litter near her vacation home in Big Bear and gave one of them to us. Buck was a squirming little 3 lb ball of fur that had more personality than most people I know. He lived until the ripe old age of 15.

Over the past nine months or so, his health had really started to deteriorate. We were very fortunate to have excellent vet care for him. However, something went very wrong last night, and apparently became very demented today. My parents took him to the vet, and there were not a lot of options. They were unable to see our regular vet - which may have been a blessing, as the doctor they saw was able to put some objectivity (with an appropriate amount of sensitivity) into the situation. My parents were strong enough to make the decision that any measures they took to prolong his life at this point would be for their benefit, and not his. Obviously, we are all very upset by this - my mom figured they have had dogs for the last 36 yrs and when they wake up tomorrow, they will not have one. Also, the doctor they saw called our regular doctor after all this happened, and she personally called my parents to offer her condolences. Dr. B is top notch.

So it has been somewhat of a tough week. Please keep my parents in your thoughts - this is hard on both of them, but very hard on my dad. He loves all our dogs, and gets very upset very easily when something happens them. I think eventually they will adopt another pooch, but I am not sure when. Any dog would be lucky to be a dog in my parents house, and I know our vet will help them find a special dog that deserves a great life in their house.