When I was younger, I had a dog named Buddy. Buddy was a Golden Retriever who had a thyroid problem which caused him to grow to about one and a half times the size of a normal Golden. He was the sweetest dog with the sweetest personality. He and I shared my twin mattress...well...he slept on the mattress on top of me with really not much breathing room. It was okay, though, because we were happy.
Buddy was my dog. I trained him. I loved him. I still do and I still think of him every once in a while. Buddy passed away on Easter morning of 2011. My dad said that he walked out of his room very early in the morning for something and Buddy lifted his head and wagged his tail. Then he went back to bed and when he woke up again that morning, Buddy was gone. He was (we think) 14.
Now, the reason Mia made me sad today is that when Buddy would greet people he would "hug" them. The hug was basically him standing on his hind legs with both of his front paws on your arm, then he would rest his head on your chest. Mia did that to me today.
I hugged her as hard as I could, thankful for the reminder.
