It’s been a rough last several years. I haven’t been the same since my wife died fifteen years ago. I miss her so much. My daughter and 2 year old granddaughter moving in has been a Godsend! But then I lost my 8 year old King Charles Cavalier Layla last year. My sweet old Pomeranian Trixie was 17 when she died just two months ago. It still makes me cry to go in the backyard and see where they are buried.

Buddy first came into my life when I rescued him wandering down the alley behind my house. After a week, I discovered he belonged to the lady down the street. So, even though it broke my heart, I gave him back to her. But then she had to move to Cincinnati and she couldn’t take him along so he joined our family for good! So now I have a daughter, a granddaughter and a furry son.

When he got sick, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Buddy too! He was so sick. He was diagnosed with aspiration pneumonia. After a couple of days in the hospital we didn’t know how we would keep affording the costs. My daughter said we would sell our truck. But then what?