Sometimes Puppies Know More Than We Know

Some may find this a bit unusual for a first post in a blog but it's my blog and I will be unusual, so you just as well get used to it.  I was never really a fan of small dogs until I inherited a Pug by the name of Buddy from my son and daughter in law while he was in the Navy.  I had made my mind up that this small animal could serve no real purpose and that he would just be an annoyance to be tolerated.  This little guy obviously did not share my ideas.  From day one he did everything he could do to become my Friend.  Not just a friend but he wanted to be my best friend.  Now I had two things that I was not used to, a small dog and a friend.  You see, I am not a real friendly guy.  I select those that I choose to get close to and there just aren't that many people that can tolerate me. 
This little guy would not give up and soon did become a very close friend.  I guess he knew that deep down I was just an old softie and he lovingly worked his way into my heart.  When I had my accident (there will be more on this in later editions) Buddy would not leave my bed ridden side.  He stayed and watched over my every move.  He and I were very close. 
Buddy lived to be almost 12 years old.  He lived a very pampered life and I made sure that he had everything he needed.  There were many times Buddy would see a doctor and get regular checkups and I would not, simply because there wasn't enough money for the both of us to see a doctor.  Buddy passed on one night recently.  I got home from work and could tell that he was not going to make it through the night.  I carried him to his bed, right next to me, and gently laid him down.  He looked up at me as I stroked his fur with a look that seemed to say, "thanks for the fun and the life we had, it is time for me to go, goodbye, my friend".  He closed his eyes and went peacefully to his rewards. 

That dog seemed to know that this old man needed a friend.  Not just any friend but one that would stick by him during all times.  There are not many people that I let get close to me, but there are a few that I am glad to call my friend because they will be there in times of need as well as in times of plenty.  I hold those few dear to my heart and I am sure that they know that I am there for them in the good times as well as the bad.