No words can describe what a pet owner may feel when the animal passes away. It was a cold Saturday morning and Buddy went out as usual and returned feeling dizzy and tired. Maybe the cause was that the temperature was still in the low 20's. I had to go out to buy some presents and took my daughter with me. I asked him "what's up Buddy and patted him on his head" while he moved his tail. An hour after I received a call from my husband asking me to come back so that he could take Buddy to the vet. While I was driving I had a weird feeling and some tears came out of my eyes while in my mind I apologized to Buddy for neglecting him love in the past months due to my busy schedule as a new mother of twins. Buddy was our baby before the babies were born and he slept in my room and was very spoiled. When the babies were born there was a change obviously, but he was also jealous sometimes and I was scared of him doing something to the babies. I started treating him like a "dog" sometimes. Still, Buddy always loved me and waited for me in the mornings and greeted me happily when I came home. I loved my dog.
When I got home, Buddy was already in the car and my husband did not let me see him. He was already dead. I knew he was dead because my husband looked so sad even though he tried to hide it. He took Buddy to be cremated. I called my mom in tears and told her that Buddy died. Around 7 pm my husband told my mother in law and people started giving me their condolences thru facebook. He passed away at 130 pm, just a few minutes after I left. He was born in Virginia in August 2000 and went with me and my husband to many places. He died on December 18, 2010 in Virginia.