On Tuesday, January 11, 2011, I had to have my precious Buddy put down. He had injured several vertebra in his back and the vet said she could not guarentee he would be ok even if we did an expensive procedure. I would have had to carry him out several times a day to have him use the bathroom. I am not physically able to carry 20 pounds. He was in a lot of pain. I made the difficult decision to have him put down. This was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My heart is broken. Buddy will be missed. His name was the first word both of my grandbabies said! They loved Buddy and he was so good with them. He was very protective of them when were outside playing.
Buddy was a longhaired dachshund.(in thefirst picture he had just come back from the goomer...we had his hair shaved in the summer) He was 7 years old.
There will never be another Buddy. He was smart and very sweet.