Buddy was a Parson Russell terrier that my wife & daughter gave me as a birthday present 16 years ago. He was so little when he came to us that he was not completly weaned.
Bud was a real trooper, loved to play, smart as a whip and sweet. He went with us when we moved from San Leandro to Colorado Springs and back to Fresno. When he was younger he could outrun all the dogs in the park except the Whippets. He was diagnosed with diabetes when he was 5 and the vet didn't think he would live past 7, but he hung in there. He developed cataracts, had surgery and after this long his eyesight and hearing eventually was lost (along with constant adrenaline dumps and arthritis). Poor old guy had so many health problems, but through it all was always my boy and always cheerful.
He had been declining for the last several months and finally was unable to walk this week.
I'll miss you pal.
