Our First Corgi, Buddy...
Hi everyone! It is nice to have a blog where I can share a few things instead of the corgis just taking over… as if they don’t anyway!
We got our first corgi, Buddy, in 1994. My husband, had a husky/shepherd mix for 13 years and they were inseparable. When she passed, he said he would never get another dog unless God gave him a Welsh corgi because: 1. He had seen a “Wonderful World of Disney” movie called “Little Dog Lost” about a corgi when he was a kid AND 2. He didn’t think that would ever happen as we’d never even seen a real one in this area.
A few months later, we had gone to visit a student of mine at her home, and this little corgi (about 7-8 months old) ran out in front of our car as we came around a corner. We watched from my student’s yard for about an hour as the little guy walked around visiting all the yards in that neighborhood and when he almost got hit again by a car, we called him over and picked him up. He had chewed the rope to his collar and escaped. We asked around and no one knew where he was from. We took him home and advertised in the local paper, but got no answer, so Buddy came to live with us.
A year or so later, while we were at a softball tournament, my son was walking him on a leash around the ball fields and a lady came up and asked where he had gotten him. My son told him, and the lady said that it looked like one that she had lost a year or two ago. He had kept escaping, and she figured that he had gotten “picked up” by the pound or been hit by a car. (Why hadn’t she checked the pound or answered the ad?) Then she asked if he had a good home and my son told her that he was loved very much. She petted him and said “That’s good… see you later,” and left. I just told my husband, you better watch what you ask for because there really IS a God and He DOES answer prayers (I had prayed… hubby didn’t)
We had Buddy for about 12 years until he got cancer. It went to his brain, and though he had been fine the day before and playing with the others, he woke me having seizures beside my bed. We took him to the vet and got the diagnosis (he had several seizures on the drive over), then we said Good-bye to our beautiful Corgi boy. He is buried out in the place he loved to lay, under the trees in our front yard. He was OC’s father.
Hi everyone! It is nice to have a blog where I can share a few things instead of the corgis just taking over… as if they don’t anyway!
We got our first corgi, Buddy, in 1994. My husband, had a husky/shepherd mix for 13 years and they were inseparable. When she passed, he said he would never get another dog unless God gave him a Welsh corgi because: 1. He had seen a “Wonderful World of Disney” movie called “Little Dog Lost” about a corgi when he was a kid AND 2. He didn’t think that would ever happen as we’d never even seen a real one in this area.
A few months later, we had gone to visit a student of mine at her home, and this little corgi (about 7-8 months old) ran out in front of our car as we came around a corner. We watched from my student’s yard for about an hour as the little guy walked around visiting all the yards in that neighborhood and when he almost got hit again by a car, we called him over and picked him up. He had chewed the rope to his collar and escaped. We asked around and no one knew where he was from. We took him home and advertised in the local paper, but got no answer, so Buddy came to live with us.
A year or so later, while we were at a softball tournament, my son was walking him on a leash around the ball fields and a lady came up and asked where he had gotten him. My son told him, and the lady said that it looked like one that she had lost a year or two ago. He had kept escaping, and she figured that he had gotten “picked up” by the pound or been hit by a car. (Why hadn’t she checked the pound or answered the ad?) Then she asked if he had a good home and my son told her that he was loved very much. She petted him and said “That’s good… see you later,” and left. I just told my husband, you better watch what you ask for because there really IS a God and He DOES answer prayers (I had prayed… hubby didn’t)
We had Buddy for about 12 years until he got cancer. It went to his brain, and though he had been fine the day before and playing with the others, he woke me having seizures beside my bed. We took him to the vet and got the diagnosis (he had several seizures on the drive over), then we said Good-bye to our beautiful Corgi boy. He is buried out in the place he loved to lay, under the trees in our front yard. He was OC’s father. 
11 comments:
Buddy was so cute! Koda looks a lot like him. what a great answer to prayer for him to come like that; I enjoyed reading how Buddy came to be part of your family for those special 12 years!
betty
I'm sorry for your loss, But I know buddy was meant to be with you and I'm sure he had a happy life. He looks so cute and I have a feeling that he , like most Corgis are, was a spoiled puppy that was always happy to give attention.
Buddy was adorable. Is that him 'airing out the farm' near the fan?
I have a Corgi too and adore him. When our last child left home I thought we needed a dog. One of my students said come and look at my grandaddy's dogs. I did and fell in love with my Gus. He is tricolor and has a lot of black on him. He is such a wonderful dog. I have realized how attached you can get to a dog. You will always miss Buddy.
How touching and bittersweet. Buddy was one lucky dog. And that shot of him airing it out in front of the fan has pure joy written all over it!
We lost our Beagle a year old. It's so hard to lose a beloved pet! Now we have another beagle that we rescued from the pound and we have a little poodle as well. Our hearts are full again!
That is so hard to lose an animal. I just have to believe that since God created them, they will be in Heaven with us.
I lost my cat Johnny because curiosity killed him and oh the pain....he got caught in the garage door and was crushed. I told the kids Jesus needed a kitty in Heaven and He took the best He could find. My own explanation is what got me through.
what a wonderful story--I'm sorry for your loss--it's so hard to lose a pet.
Yes, it is hard because they have a piece of your heart, but the joy of having had their love and devotion, if for even a short time, is worth it... It IS better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all!
And, because of Bud and our Mist (see next post) we now have our OC, BG and Dott.
Srry for your loss! :(
Awww a sad, sweet story. I love the pic of Buddy by the fan! :)
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