I went home for harvest last weekend, as most of you know from the pigeon pictures. It turned out to be a very bittersweet trip that I haven't been able to talk about yet. My parents broke the news to me that my beloved german shepherd, Buddy, has cancer. He has a tumor on his ribs that to remove would involve removing several ribs and would result in a very painful recovery that 2 vets say he would most likely never recover from. We are keeping him as comfortable as possible, and thankfully he doesn't seem to be in hardly any pain.
He turned 11 in April, and he is so very special to me. I got him just a few months after my mom's accident, and he got me through everything. He's so intelligent, and so obedient. We were grand champions in showmanship and obedience at our county 4-H fair for several years in a row- actually, every year we participated. Growing up I had the poor guy pulling sleds, leading the "blind", herding the sheep, playing dress up, performing obstacle courses, riding the 4-wheeler (which he loved), and of course just relaxing with me. His most favorite thing in the whole world is to ride in my dad's farm pick-up. He would ride in that thing for all eternity, and whenever missing him is unbearable that is where I'll go to find him.
Here are some photos I'd like to share. We took these this weekend because I'm not sure when I'll make it home again. This may have been Buddy and I's final photoshoot.
