My Handsome Boy Buddy crossed The Rainbow Bridge. 🌈💔

Thirteen years ago, when I first brought you home, I made a vow to you: I would never let you be in pain, and I would never let your quality of life decline. I promised to care for you, love you, and protect you for as long as I could. You were more than just a dog, you were family.

This past Sunday, you turned 13. On Monday, the world seemed to crumble as you were diagnosed with kidney failure and severe cognitive decline. The vet told me we could manage your pain and keep you comfortable with medication, but deep down, I knew the time was coming. And as the week passed, I saw how quickly you started to slip away.

Yesterday, you had one of your falling spells. I helped you up, sat on the floor with you, and in that moment, you walked over to me, placed your head on my left shoulder, and gave me a hug. You stood there for a few minutes, and I felt every ounce of love in that embrace. When you lifted your head, I took your face in my hands, we locked eyes, and in that moment, I saw everything I needed to know. You gave me that look – “Momma, I’m ready.” 💔

You walked behind me, placed your head over my same shoulder, and hugged me again. And I knew. I knew it was time to make the hardest call of my life, a call I had been dreading for 13 years. I knew you were ready, and I needed to give you the peace you so deserved.

Buddy, you are now pain-free. I know you’re running free, with no more aches or struggles. My heart is broken, but I will love you forever. This isn’t goodbye, it’s “see ya later, baby boy.” You’ll forever be my sweet, loyal companion, and I’ll carry your love with me until we meet again. 🐾💖🌈