Tomorrow, Aug. 28, 2019, is Rainbow Bridge Day.
It’s a time for us to remember our four-legged friends who are patiently waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge.
I’d like to share with you about a dog who is waiting there for me, and hope you all who have memories of your own to share will take advantage of Rochestersplace.com as a forum to share with us all who are remembering our friends on this day.
Buffy’s Story
It was back in 1987, when a friend and I were shopping at a mall in Columbia, SC, and she saw a little fox terrier-beagle mix mournfully peering out of a crate under a table. Quickly, she got my attention, and needless to say, that pitiful little girl went home with us.
Her name was Buffy. I called her Buffy Ann. She had been given up for adoption when a new husband didn’t like her.
Getting her acclimated to her new home was no easy task. She was scared and didn’t want to be held. I think maybe she was afraid to love someone else because she didn’t want to be hurt again.
Sometimes she would get loose from the fenced yard and run from me. Eventually, I was always able to catch her.
Buffy began her life with me sleeping on a bed in a room by herself. Then she moved to the floor by my bed. One night, during a terrible thunder storm, she jumped up on the bed beside me. And that is where she stayed.
She and I were inseparable from that point on. We moved from our tiny apartment to a larger one across town. Buffy made the move without difficulty. Then we moved to Augusta GA. No problems.
We traveled a lot and she always went along. It didn’t matter where. She was always ready to hop in the car and off we would go.
Two trips I especially remember were one to Hilton Head Island, SC. The hotel manager wouldn’t let her stay in the room, so we checked out and went home. If she wasn’t good enough to stay in the room, neither were we.
Another memorable trip was to northern Michigan and Canada. On that trip, Buffy decided to take one of her “runs.” On that occasion, she ended up on the roof of the hotel and I had to go up there, in the snow, to get her off. Don’t ask me how.
The thing that brought Buffy and me close ended up being what took us apart. A bad thunder storm. She was terrified of them.
One Thursday afternoon in August 1992, in Augusta, GA, Buffy escaped from our yard during a storm. She ran and ended up being hit by a car. She was found about a mile from our house. I brought her home. Life would never be the same again.
Buffy was cremated and her ashes are with me still. When it is my time to go, my ashes will join hers and we will be thrown to the wind to run together always.
Since then, a lot of dogs, all of them wire fox terriers, have come into my life. It was she who brought them into my life.
Run free, my dear Buffy. I’ll see you soon.
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