Buddy came to us out of a ‘free to a good home’ ad in the local paper as a Christmas present when I was 11. My mother and I went to pick him up as a 4 month old at a young couples house. They opened the door and a black and white border collie ball of energy ran past us, out of the front door and onto the road. He survived and so began our 17 year story of a girl and a dog.
He was my best friend for 17 years, always wanting to run, always eager to please, always by my side, always speeding a little ahead of my push bike, always jumping in the dam and picking the wrong, rocky places to climb out and always there for me.
On the 4th of August 2006, I made the decision to help Buddy leave this world. He could no longer get up on his own, would no longer eat and was in complete pain with arthritis. A harder and more painful decision I have never had to make. The vet came to our home and he died in my arms at 17 years of age.
To my beautiful boy, rest in peace. I hope you can now run joyously with the wind in your face like you once did.
Love you always, Tam
-Tamara Kenneally (Tullamarine, VIC)
