Last Monday, I lost my loyal and faithful companion of 16 years, Buckwheat. Of all the dogs who have owned me in my lifetime, he was the pinnacle. His mother was a registered Scottish Terrier and his father was a very clever registered Jack Russell who was extremely skilled at making his way into the enclosure where the vivacious, alluring Scottie was waiting!
An odd combination, to be sure! We used to tease him, saying he looked like a cross between a mule and an aardvark. He was so remarkably smart. So well-behaved. All the little neighborhood kids are going to miss him a great deal. Their familiar knock will be missed. They would come to my door in groups, asking "Can Buckwheat come out and play?" I'd always say, "Sure, kids.... just let him back in when ya'll get through playing."
His passing wasn't unexpected. He had lost a lot of weight, had lost his appetite, wouldn't drink anything and just wandered around, staring at the floor. Sometime in the night, he made his way outside and into his dog house in the garage and passed over the Rainbow Bridge quietly in the night.
He had lived a long, adventurous life..... a genuine mountain dog, chasing elk and deer and catching a skunk once in a while! Loved to ride in his milk crate on my ATV. He loved to hang his nose out my pickup window as we went for drives out in the country.
You form a lot of habits over 16 years. This morning, before putting on my pot of coffee, I went to the back door with a doggie biscuit, just like I've been doing for 16 years.
Post #1 by Dewman
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