After speaking with *R*, we pretty much knew . . .
Buddy was alive.
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| We feel that the woman who found Buddy should be given honorary mention. She went beyond the call of duty when she spotted a little white stray . . . Around June 25 - 27, 2001 this kind Samaritan found a little white stray within a half block from the I-80 exit, where he was probably dropped off. His paws were pretty torn up and infected, and his head felt hot like he had a fever, so she took him to the vet. She was also hoping to find out if he had a microchip, but he didn't. The vet said nothing was wrong with him, so the kind Samaritan took care of his tender paws, and soon Buddy became a wonderful part of her growing family over the next three weeks. She put ads in the paper and flyers around, but no one claimed him. Her own dog was jealous and stopped eating. She was pregnant with her first child, and as much as she wanted to keep him, she knew she couldn�t. Then one day I noticed the ad - I answered it as a Westie rescue person, and told her I could find him a good home, so she agreed to let me take him. Later that night, she called and said there was a woman who wanted him, as a playmate for her 2 year old son. I explained to her how we do not place rescue Westies in homes with small children and that is this woman took him, she should watch him carefully, and to call if there were any problems. After I hung up, I just had a feeling that the woman shouldn't take the dog, because it was either Buddy or Wally (thinking it would be Wally). I called back and asked for the woman's phone number so that I could at least look at the dog and see if he could be one of them, knowing it was a long shot, but I had to make sure. The lady said she still had the dog, because when the woman came to see him the dog had growled at the little boy. Had she taken Buddy with her, we never would have know that Buddy was alive. That was all I needed to hear. I went the next morning and picked him up. After I saw him, I didn't think he was either Buddy or Wally, but what really bothered me was that this little dog had the same birthmarks as Buddy. The next night when he barked, he had that weird little bark, the one *R* had told me about. After speaking with *R*, we pretty much knew . . . Buddy was alive. |
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