Dear Buddy,

I knew the day you walked down that sidewalk, a lost little puppy, so thin. The vet said you had every worm, mange, tick and flea–yet when I sat down and said “come here little Buddy,” you charged into my lap, my heart, and my life. I love when you go on trips with Dad and I. In retirement, we have become the three musketeers. Thank you for keeping us safe. Thank you for loving old cemeteries. You’re my best cemetery hunting partner. Corny as it sounds, Bud, “you complete us.” Now you can go throw up!


Mom and Dad

Breed: Mixed Lab

Posted by Kathy Mills


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