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Pt. 1
Buddy, our white and auburn female Shih Tzu, was about eleven
years old when she was quite obviously approaching the s0-called Rainbow
Bridge.
As my wife and I prepared to take a well-deserved vacation to
Hilton Head, South Carolina, Buddy was exhibiting some troublesome medical symptoms.
A couple of days before we left, I shared my concerns with Shirlene, one of my
sister-in-law’s, and mused that it might be wise to take my precious pooch on a
one way trip to the vet before we left for vacation. Shirlene disagreed, and
said,
“Royce, if Buddy is fairly stable at the moment, you should
wait ‘til you get back to do the deed.”
As a result, we left our dear little Shih Tzu with Sue, my
other sister-in-law, and Jean and I headed out for South Carolina. As it fell
together, Buddy hadn’t eaten much while we were gone, and she simply hadn’t
been a real “happy camper.”
Six or eight days later, we returned, and stop by to pick up
our little pooch. Initially, Buddy gave us “the cold shoulder.” She was not
impressed that we had gone off, and left her. Now, I don’t know if she intuitively
knew that we had been to the beach, but we had once taken her to the east coast
of Florida, and she had enjoyed running up and down on the white sand, and
frolicking along the edge of the waves.
However, in short order Buddy seemed to forgive us, and she “warmed
up” to our loving words, and kisses. But, as much as we tried, she refused to
eat anything, with the exception of a small piece of chocolate. (I confess, I
have always given my dogs a modest amount of this delicacy, in spite of the
fact, or myth, that it isn’t good for them).
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