Bud was the happiest, most stubborn, most full-of-life dog I’ve ever known. When I first met him on Scott’s and my second date, he was an absolute wilding — just bursting with energy he didn’t know how to contain. That never really changed. He just got better at charming everyone around him.
He loved his family, his friends, long hikes, car rides, soaking up the sun, and burying sticks in Watsessing Park with a spring in his step. He loved chicken and apples and carrots and cuddles. He absolutely loved being a dog.
When my dog Gromit and I moved in, Bud finally had a live-in best friend and someone to put him in his place, and he loved every second of it. After we lost Gromit, Bud helped me heal in ways I’ll never be able to fully put into words.
Whenever he wanted to say hi to someone (and he always wanted to say hi to everyone) he’d cry out with his whole heart: please notice me, please pet me. He put a smile on everyone’s face. He was all personality. They broke the mold with this one.
Buddy boy, I sure loved being your mom. We take comfort in knowing you and Gromit are best friends again on the other side of the rainbow bridge. We’ll love you and miss you forever.