Personal Post | Buddy
This will be my Second personal post to my blog. I do enjoy writing personal stories and hope to continue adding more. This is not for content so if you found this post with the expectation of viewing my work… you won’t find it in this post.
A big part of being a military family is moving from place to place every 2-3 years, on average. This was our first big move as a family. It was 2010, we were leaving our home in Hawaii, and I was pregnant with twins. We just arrived to Virginia and were living in a hotel waiting for our home to be ready. The stress was up there with two human beings living in my belly, a new city, a new job for my husband, living out of a hotel, and all the fun things that life gently tosses your way. Hudson, who was a year old at the time, used to play a fun game called ”I don’t want to sleep in a pack ‘n play, I don’t want to sleep at all”. One morning, at 4am, Hudson was up, ready to go for the day. My husband, Joe, took him for a drive in hopes he would go back to sleep in the car seat. A couple hours later Joe and Hudson returned to the hotel and Joe announced “I have a surprise for you!!!! I know we’re living out of a hotel with a 1 year old and you’re pregnant with twins but theres this dog….”! My mind went from “WHAAAAT, are you kidding” to “lol” to really worried about a rescue dog with three babies. I needed more details. It turns out Hudson did not want to go back to sleep so they drove around the area and ended up at the mall parking lot. That’s where they met a man and his son who had to re-home their 2year old pug. The family fell on hard times, had to move and couldn’t bring Bubba. Joe said let me talk with my wife but I’m sure she’ll say yes. He was right. That was the day that we adopted Bubba, renamed him Buddy, and fell in love.
Buddy moved with us 5 times, traveled cross country at least 7 times, he was with us through all of our hardships and all of our joy. He let the kids pounce on him and fishhook his cheeks. I remember one time, while we were living in New York, Buddy was not acting himself and began looking lethargic. He started panting excessively then began vomiting foam. We were scared. We took him to the vet and after x-rays, blood work, and thousands of dollars later we found out he had been eating soap out of the shower. Oh, Buddy. We gave him medication, kept him away from the soap, and he felt all better in no time.
Buddy loved the snow, cuddles, cheese and peanut butter. He spent his days holding the corner of the couch down and enjoyed his daily walks. I mean it when I say Buddy was the absolute best dog! Buddy was a big part of our family. In late December, Buddy crossed the rainbow bridge and our hearts are still broken. We were with him when he passed, telling him we love him and he’s the goodest boy. We love you Buddy thank you loving us so hard back!
