Buzz Lightyear: May 31, 2000 to May 15, 2010
He was left in a crate allowed out only to eat or go to eliminate for the first 8 months of his life.
When I first saw him he looked like a dirty dish rag with toe nails so long He couldn’t walk right. It took almsot ten years to get those toe nails to almost normal.
I was the second human he ever saw. When I tried to hold him, he was so scared he was shaking all the way to the marrow of his bones. When I felt his fear, I knew I had to rescue him ASAP.
His first night in our home he got bath because he smelled so bad. There was no way this scared little guy was going to spend the night in our home smelling worse than fertilizer.
Ben, my husband and I gave him a bath. Before this little white boy had finished his bath, Ben named him Buzz Lightyear. It was late so I went to bed. Ben dried him and held the little guy in his arms until morning. They bonded and had a magical relationship until Buzz died this morning with the two of us at his side.
Buzz was so possessive of my Ben, he wouldn’t allow us to hug and kiss without him. He would jump right into our arms and overwhelm us with his “kisses”. He was just as ready with protection for Ben who was his papa! He knew no fear and if he felt something was threatening his family, he attacked it—even if it was a golf cart going past our back yard.
The dirty dish rag I first saw and brought home became the brightest shining star in our lives. He became the happiest little dog I ever knew. His joy and happiness was contagious. He brought a special dimension to our family. It was accepted he shared in our daily family life and in a way even shared in family decisions—he completed our little family.
Buzz traveled with us every where. When I was driving, Buzz insisted upon sitting at attention on my left leg as if he were driving the truck. Many people used to smile and ask me if Buzz was the driver. Last week when I picked him up from the vet after he had under gone ultra sound, I put him on the passenger side thinking he was too weak to help me drive the truck. He insisted upon his spot and drove the truck with me for the last time in his little life.
He slept on our bed. He considered himself an important part of the family at all times. He was right. He was an important part of our family. We could never bring anything in the house that he didn’t first inspect. He always knew there was a toy or treat for him.
Buzz was the brightest little guy we ever knew. His loyalty and devotion to his family was his reason to live. He was a joyous daily gift in our lives. We all were glad for every day he was in our lives. He will be painfully missed by those who knew and loved him.
Buzz was a white miniature poodle. He is the dog in the photo with me. He will live forever in our hearts.
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