When my BuddyBear passed, Dr. Cooney said he felt light as a feather. My sweet old man was a huge spirit – a soul that knew no bounds. In the great night when his heart went out, he left behind a legacy of strength and courage. He came to me as a rescue who was found after being lost. The spirit and will that brought him to me lifted him through his life and taught me deeply felt lessons about what is true and pure in this world. Buddy never met anyone he did not like. His cardiologist at CSU told me Buddy reminded him of his grandfather – hanging out and greeting all the folks who passed by. Buddy touched everyone who met him and I am deeply grateful he spent his golden years with me. I was the lucky one every time his eyes danced and he yipped with delight when I came in the door. He was my joy. There is a hole in my heart still and the winds of transition blow cold. Buddy would have had none of that. I allow a little smile at that thought. I miss my Bubba. Thank you, my sweet boy.