I My Dog Died

2012 was the absolute worst year of my life. I went "crazy" after my bf and I broke up and got with an abusive guy. My dog, Buddy, was there for me the entire time, though. From Oklahoma all the way to Washington, my dog never left my side. At one point, he DID seem to try to run away, but he was afraid of my roommate who, not only abused me but, abused him as well. We lived in hell for 3 months up in Washington. We got back home to Oklahoma on April 11 where I started the healing process. I began to see just how much Buddy loved me. In November, he was stricken with advanced kidney failure. December 3 was one of the worst days of my life. He had been on an IV drip all weekend, trying to get him better. However, that day, I went to the vet's office and he led him as they put him to sleep. I got to hold my best friend as his life left his sweet body. I will never forget the love we had for each other and how much he tried to protect me. His fear of storms was tremendous (he actually jumped in the bathtub one night, which is always suggested when here are potential tornadoes). He was the biggest cuddle bug I've ever had.
Now I have Dominoe. While the bond is great between us, it will never be like the relationship I had with Buddy. Nothing and nobody will ever come close to that bond.