The Story Of Buffy Tang

2009
Meet Buffy, our new puppy!! - Monday, July 20, 2009
Is Buffy making me pathetic? - Monday, July 27, 2009
The Joys of "walking" Buffy - Monday, August 3, 2009
“Buffy? Why would you name your dog that?!?” - Monday, August 10, 2009
Buffy's First Puppy Class - Monday, August 31, 2009
Buffy is scared of a lot more than vampires . . . - Sunday, September 13, 2009
Buffy forgives and forgets - Friday, September 25, 2009
Buffy Graduates!!! - Monday, October 5, 2009
Leaving Buffy Behind - Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Buffy 1st Halloween or “How We Robbed Buffy Of Her Dignity” - Friday, October 30, 2009
Still not a fan of dogs, but I love Buffy - Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Buffy, Come!!! - Friday, November 20, 2009
Buffy's family - Friday, November 27, 2009

2010
Buffy vs. Snow - Friday, January 1, 2010
Buffy's vacation blog - Friday, January 8, 2010
"You totally spoil Buffy!" - Friday, January 22, 2010
What it means to spay Buffy - Friday, February 5, 2010
Potty Training Buffy - Friday, February 26, 2010
What am I to Buffy? - Friday, March 19, 2010
Buffy SHEDS!! . . . well kind of . . . - Friday, April 30, 2010
Buffy is a really smart dog . . . sometimes - Friday, May 28, 2010
The Dog Park With Buffy - Friday, June 11, 2010
Buffy’s really is a "sheep-dog" - Friday, June 18, 2010
Buffy Shows Her Love - Friday, July 9, 2010
Buffy's On A Plane!! - Friday, August 13, 2010
Buffy, My "Original Sin" - Friday, August 27, 2010
Buffy's Poo - Monday, October 18, 2010
Buffy's Sense Of TIme - Monday, November 15, 2010
Buffy Being There For Me - Monday, December 13, 2010

2011
Buffy Vs. The Snowpacalypse - Monday, February 7, 2011
Buffy's Vacation Blog 2 - Friday, February 18, 2011
Buffy Doesn't Sleep In Our Bed . . . kind of . . . - Monday, March 7, 2011
Round 11: Buffy Vs. The Hand - Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Enabling Buffy - Monday, March 28, 2011
Buffy's First Herding Lesson!!! - Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Buffy Gets Attacked
Buffy Gets Attacked - Part 1: "I Love You" eyes - Friday, July 15, 2011
Buffy Gets Attacked Part 2 - The Sound - Friday, July 22, 2011
Buffy Gets Attacked Part 3 - Agression - Friday, July 29, 2011
Buffy Gets Attacked Part 4 - The Damage - Friday, August 5, 2011
Buffy Gets Attacked Part 5 - The Wake-up Call - Friday, August 12, 2011
Buffy Gets Attacked Part 6 - Love & Admiration - Friday, August 19, 2011

Buffy, A Little Fuzz-Ball Of Home - Friday, August 26, 2011
Buffy’s Presence - Monday, October 17, 2011
It's A Jolly Holiday With Buffy - Friday, December 30, 2011

2012-2014
Buffy’s On A Plane!!-Part II - Monday, January 30, 2012
Buffy & Diana - Monday, March 5, 2012
10 Moments Of The Past 10 Years - Monday, April 2, 2012
Buffy Tang - Portrait Of A Good Dog - Monday, June 18, 2012
Buffy & Babies - Friday, June 29, 2012
Parenthood: Week 6 – The Puppy And The Baby - Friday, July 5, 2013
Parenthood: Week 11 – Sleeping In The Nursey - Friday, August 9, 2013
Parenthood: Week 27 - Ohana - Monday, December 2, 2013
Overlooking Buffy - Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Buffy As An Adult - Wednesday, August 27, 2014

2015-2019
Parenthood – Week 86: What I Learned About Parenting From Raising My Dog-Part 1 - Monday, January 19, 2015
Parenthood: Week 87: The Insensitivity Of Keeping Score - Monday, January 26, 2015
Parenthood: Week 88: One-Way Conversations - Monday, February 2, 2015
Parenthood: Week 89: Parent Training - Monday, February 9, 2015
Parenthood: Week 92: Bup - Monday, March 2, 2015
Parenthood: Week 117 - Stalling For Buffy & Showertime - Monday, September 7, 2015
Parenthood: Week 137 - Buffy & Ollie - Monday, January 25, 2016
Parenthood: Week 169 – The Extremely Cute Moments Of Toddlerhood - Monday, September 12, 2016
Parenthood: Week 181 - Gilmore Girl & Tea Time - Monday, December 5, 2016
Parenthood: 241 – Ethan - Week 13 - Monday, January 29, 2018
Parenthood: Week 267 - Buffy & The Boys - Monday, May 14, 2018
Parenthood: Week 286 – The Fluffy One - Monday, October 1, 2018

Parenthood: Week 326 – Buffy & Ethan - Monday, July 8, 2019

2021
Parenthood: Week 424 – Buffy's Bedtime Routine - Monday, May 24, 2021
Parenthood: Week 432 – Buffy Teaching Me How To Walk - Monday, July 19, 2021
Parenthood: Week 450 – Buffy & Ethan - Monday, November 22, 2021
Parenthood: Week 476 - Happy Birthday Buffy: The First Night - Monday, May 23, 2022
Parenthood: Week 516: Buffy's New Bed - Monday, March 6, 2023

Buffy - Crossing Over
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 1: The Facts - Tuesday, June 27, 2023
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 2: The Diagnosis - Monday, July 3, 2023
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 3: Quality of Life - Wednesday, July 5, 2023
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 4: “I Can’t..” - Friday, July 7, 2023
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 5: The Rose Garden - Monday, July 10, 2023
Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 6: The Last Day - Friday, July 14, 2023

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 7: And in the end... - Monday, July 17, 2023

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 7: And in the end...

The evening Buffy transitioned, I felt grateful. The next day, I felt grief that as closer to pain. The day after that, I felt sad as I learned to accept that I would never hold her again, and the day after that, I felt better.

Through this all, life went on. There were meals to cook, dishes to clean, and laundry to do. My children needed me to be present, and there were things I needed to take care of. Over these couple of weeks, I felt Buffy's absence deeply. Even though our house is full of life, somehow it feels empty. It was remarkable how much life and spirit a little dog can bring into a house, and into the lives she touched

Four about a week, every song I listened to reminded me of her, and everything I did, reminded me of moments and times when she did those things with me. Sitting on the curb watching Ehtna learn to ride a bike, I remembered doing the same thing years earlier, watching Ollie on a bike with her by sitting by my side. While doing laundry, I remember her playing tug with socks and dancing around as I threw laundry into the air. And when I come into our front door, I remembered returning from my 5th-grade camping trip, and she ran over, unable to contain herself, and jumped up, licking me in joy.

As I moved through the house, I started taking care for her things. Some things like her toothbrushes we threw away. Other things like her food we donated, and some things like her collar and her blanket, I knew we would keep forever.

Now three weeks later, the grief has passed.

For the last fourteen years, Buffy has been on my mind. At times it was thoughts of worry, but more often, about things I needed to do for her. Caring for Buffy was one of the last things I thought about every night. And now, instead of thinking about what I need to do for her when I think about her, I think of our memories and how she made me feel.

I still wish I could hold her, but I'm at peace with this desire and do not regret our choices in the past couple of months. 

I think I'm done crying when I think about Buffy, well, at least done crying tears of sadness.

There are things I don't know. 

At some point, we will get another dog. I don't know when but now isn't the right time. I don't know how my children, especially my youngest, will remember Buffy, but I know Buffy brought joy and love into their lives. 

And I wonder if I will ever see Buffy again.

I'm not religious, and I'm not sure what is beyond the sky. I hope there's a rainbow bridge for dogs whose pure hearts brought love to their families. They deserve that; Buffy deserves that.

What I am sure of is that dogs have souls, and a soul like Buffy's is too wonderful, beautiful, and powerful to be fleeting and fade away. I hope to encounter that soul again, but if I don't, I know it will only be because some other person will be with that soul, sharing what I was blessed to have experienced with Buffy for the past fourteen years.

Buffy will continue to be part of my story, but as her work is done in this world, so is her story. It's a great life and a great story that is captured in these posts. A story I am proud to tell, proud to be a part of, and proud to share with all of you. 

Linked here is a post that list all of the posts about Buffy in chronological order.  

I'm closing with the eulogy I wrote for Buffy and posted on Facebook the day she transitioned.

****

Earlier this afternoon, Buffy went to the rainbow bridge to transition to the next part of her journey. She was at home, comforted by the scents of her family while we held her.

Buffy lived a full life in her 14 years. Buffy graduated from puppy class, did agility training, and had great times herding sheep. Buffy loved nature. She spent time on sunny beaches, mountains, forest trails, and battling blizzards. Buffy traveled to Seattle to spend time with my family many times and accompanied us on our summer in Boston.

Buffy would be near when we were up late at night when Ollie was a baby. On Ollie's first night out of the crib in his new room, Buffy slept in the room with him without prompting. And when Ethan moved into that room, Buffy spent many nights sleeping on Ethan's bed, keeping him company. She sometimes was the "fun police," barking when the boys got too rowdy and would follow them around the house as they played.

For the past few months, Buffy slept in Ollie and Ethan's room. Starting about a week ago, we had Buffy sleeping in our room in case she needed something in the middle of the night. Buffy was not a fan of this initially, and during that first night in our room kept trying to leave our room to get to her boys.

There were difficult moments with Buffy. She was attacked twice, had illnesses, and had minor injuries. However, her life was filled with joy and comfort, and her bouncy Shetle-trot persisted.

Buffy, like her namesake, the vampire slayer, had a spark and a little attitude. She was a picky eater who was never great at the "come" command. When we were out too long, she would protest by moving our shoes around the house and sometimes nibbling on them.

We feel incredibly fortunate to have shared in a dog's life from puppyhood to the elderly dog stage. We've learned so much from Buffy about being a family, friendship, and love. Buffy was our dog, but we also belonged to her. She was our daughter and also an older family member. Buffy was the best of friends, and as she relied on us for food and shelter, we relied on her. Our lives are more meaningful and rich because of her presence and love. In challenging moments in our lives, she was always there.

Buffy was always a reminder of the power of a loving presence and that sometimes the moments we share are more important than the words we say.

We are grateful to all our friends and family who treated her with warmth and kindness. Thank you for showing her the best of humanity and filling her world with love.

Our memories of Buffy cover the full spectrum of human emotion. There are silly moments from when she was a puppy, scary moments concerned about her health, frustration when she damaged things, and joyful moments as we played at parks in the sunshine. More than anything, we are grateful for this beautiful soul and the blessings of our time together.

Ollie reminded me that sadness isn't a bad emotion. There are no bad emotions. Being sad about Buffy transitioning comes from love. Grief is love persevering. As Buffy will never leave our memory, her love will always be with us.

Buffy was the best of dogs, and we'll miss our special little puppy.

Buffy, we are so proud of you. We will always love you, and we will never forget you. You go on ahead. Don't worry about the boys; we'll take of them. Until we see you on that rainbow bridge, we'll see you in our dreams.

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 6: The Last Day

She was the first thing on my mind. 

I thought of going to sleep with Buffy one last time the night before, the transition this afternoon, and that she needed to go out.

I got out of bed quickly. It was still early, around 6:40 AM. I went into Ollie and Ethan’s room and found Buffy lying in her bed, awake but relaxed. I carefully picked her up and carried her down the stairs and into the backyard. I put her down in the grass in the bright morning sun. After she did her business, she stood tall. Buffy tilted her nose up smelling the morning air. I walked back into the house, and Buffy slowly followed me. Buffy paused at the step up into our house. I stood for a second, wondering if she needed my help up the step, but she made it into the house with a little hop. I went into the kitchen, got her a clean water bowl, and made her a breakfast of the leftover steak she had eaten the night before.

I picked up Buffy and brought her to her bowls. She turned away from the steak, moved to the water, and had a long drink. She looked at me up and me, and I replied “It’s okay.” 

I picked her up and carried her over to the bed we placed in front of the coat closet. Buffy had been really into resting and napping on our sweatshirts and jackets, so she placed her bed there and laid some jackets on the bed. Diana had placed some roses around her bed. I carefully placed Buffy in her bed, kissed her forehead on the little white spot that started as a star when she was a Buffy but was now a white streak, and gently scratched her behind her ears.

*****

The schedule:

• 8:15 - I drive all three boys to camp. Ollie is at camp from 9-4, and Ethan and Lucas have half-day camp (8:30-11:30/9:30-11:30).
• 9:00-1:00 - Diana is working
• 11:30 - I pick up Ethan and Lucas from camp
• 12:45 - Take Ethan to PM camp (1–4 pm)
• 2:00 - Diana’s mom picks up Lucas to babysit him, and she picks up Ethan and Ollie from camp.
• 3:00 - Lap Of Love Veterinarian appointment at our house.
• 5:30 - Diana’s mom bring all three boys back to our house, and we have dinner together.

*****

Ollie was the first one who had to say goodbye to Buffy. We had been clear to Ollie about Buffy’s situation and what would happen today. When it finally sunk in, Ollie cried, and Diana held him while his feelings became his world. Diana told Ollie how he had taken such good care of Buffy. Without fail, no matter what Ollie was doing, he was the one that heard Buffy bark wanting to go into the backyard. Ollie is a person who gets hyper-focused and often doesn’t respond when we talk to him, but he always responded to Buffy. Diana also told Ollie about how Buffy was a good dog and how lucky we were to have her.

Ollie wasn’t sure how to say goodbye. He went up to Buffy, kneeled, and carefully petted her. He looked up at us. “Tell her she’s a good dog and that you will miss her,” Diana suggested, and Ollie quietly told Buffy these words of affirmation and love. Ollie stood up, unsure how to walk away from his dog, and quietly followed me to the car.

Later that evening, as I said goodnight to Ollie, I told him I was proud of him.

Ollie, how you feel about Buffy will change. One day you will feel sad, and the next, you might not. And your feelings may change from hour to hour; this is okay, and it’s normal. Mommy and Daddy are going through the same thing. The fact that you cried earlier today and are sad is a sign that you are healthy emotionally and have a good heart. Feeling loss deeply is a good thing; it helps us grow and shows that we have love and care in our hearts. You feel love for Buffy, and that’s a great thing, and I’m proud of you for feeling these feelings and being such a great sibling to Buffy. Come here. I love you.

 

*****

After dropping off the boys, I picked up Buffy again and took her to the backyard. She had some accidents
in the past week, and I wanted to ensure that she was comfortable on this last day. She did her business, and I carried her back inside. I carefully placed her back on her bed. Buffy sighed softly and slowly closed her eyes.

*****

 

Buffy lifted her head and observed Ethan and Lucas as they ran into the house. I encouraged them to say hi to Buffy. Ethan said a quick “hi” and ran off. Lucas stood there, waving and carefully annunciated, “Hello, Buffy.”

Over lunch, I explained to Ethan that his grandma would pick him up from camp.

“Why? Buffy is going to die today?”

“Yes.”

“But I wanted to see Buffy get to heaven.”

“Honey, this will be easier for Mommy, Daddy, and Buffy, and you can have fun with Grandma and Lucas.” 

“Okay.”

Ethan gave Buffy a goodbye hug. More physically affectionate than Ollie, Ethan felt at ease hugging her. He had some words to share with her about how he would miss her and how he liked that she slept with him. 

***** 

When Diana’s mom walked in the door, Buffy got up and walked over to the door to greet her. For most people, including myself, at this point, she didn’t get up to greet them, but for her grandma, Buffy got up. It was not a joyful run of a puppy or a trot of a dog full of energy; it was the walk of an elderly dog, slow but determined to show love to her one of the most important people in her life.

Lucas almost completely flopped down onto Buffy when he hugged her. Endlessly patient with Lucas and all of the children, Buffy turned slightly and sniffed him. Lucas said, “Love you, Buffy. Good doggy.” As he left with his grandma, he ran over and gave her one more hug.

After the front door closed, I looked back at Buffy and exhaled slowly. I carried her over to the coach and lay down, cuddling her close as I read a book.

***** 

“Do you want to take Buffy for a walk?”

I got up slowly from the couch and responded to Diana, “Sure.”

Diana carried her to our front yard and Buffy walked slowly across our yard. We took her lead, letting her sniff as much as she wanted. Diana and I reminisced about the first time we took Buffy for a walk. We would carry squeaky toys and treats and lead her down the sidewalk to teach her how to walk on a lead. The sounds of the city scared her, but Buffy grew strong and learned to walk on a leash.

About two houses down, Buffy stopped.”You want to go back home?” Buffy stood, looked around, and looked back to our house. “Sure, girly.” We started walking back slowly. After a couple of steps, Buffy stopped.

When Buffy was a little puppy, sometimes she would tire on our walks and need to be carried home. As Diana carried Buffy into our home, I saw their special love for each other. Their bond is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed, and I knew I would miss that so much.

*****

Diana sat on the couch with Buffy lying on top of her, gazing into each other’s eyes, when we heard the knock on the door.   

The veterinarian came into our house with respect, empathy, and kindness. I immediately felt she saw her time with Buffy and us as a privilege. She was able to sound sympathetic and caring without being saccharine.

She explained the process of what was going to happen in a clinical way that was very clear, which brought me and Diana comfort. She told us what to expect in Buffy’s reactions to the drugs, how long things would take, and the reasons behind her actions. Diana held Buffy close as we both sat on the couch and processed what was about to happen. She asked us if we were ready; Diana and I checked in with each other, and nodded in approval.

Buffy was in Diana’s lap for the first shot. This drug would relax Buffy, make her feel free of any pain and discomfort, and fall asleep. I pet Buffy’s head gently as Diana held her. Sometimes I felt like I wanted to say something to Buffy, but the right words didn’t seem to come, so I just looked into her eyes and felt waves of tears come. The veterinarian checked her reflexes by sticking her finger gently in her ear, and as Buffy flicked her ears, she let us know she was still alert.

Some physical reactions to the drugs were part of the process. Buffy threw up and urinated a little bit, and at times her body shook in reaction to the drugs. The veterinarian had explained that this was normal before the procedure, and we were prepared for this. During this process she cut off some of her fur for us to save and made a paw print in air dry clay.

Buffy wasn’t stressed or experiencing any trauma, but she was fighting the coming sleep. There was a new person in her space, and she wasn’t sure what was happening. After some time, Diana whispered to her, “It’s okay, you can let go,” and slowly Buffy closed her eyes. The veterinarian rechecked her reflexes, and she nodded to us and told us it was time for the next shot. She asked us where we wanted to put Buffy for the second shot. We could lay her down or hold her, and I said I would hold her.

The veterinarian carefully helped transfer Buffy into my lap. Her body was relaxed but not limp, and she settled in my arms. Then she gave the second shot to Buffy to stop her heart. As I held Buffy, her chest against mine, I could feel her breath, and with my hand on her chest, I felt her heartbeat. After some time, I couldn’t feel Buffy’s breath and heart clearly, but I didn’t find this distressing. I was in the moment, being there with my puppy. Diana held Buffy’s front paws in her hands, and for a moment, there were just the three of us.

*****

The veterinarian checked Buffy’s for her heartbeat and said that it was still there but slowing down. She tried again a couple of minutes later. “I can’t tell for sure because all I can hear is your heartbeat, can you lay her down?” 

All of us carefully placed her down on the couch. The veterinarian listened to her closely with her stethoscope and confirmed that her heart had stopped.

The veterinarian left and came back with a basket and blankets. With gentle, tender care, she placed Buffy in the basket, carefully wrapped her up, and left so we could spend a few minutes alone with Buffy.

We said some final words of gratitude and love to Buffy, and kissed her and petted her for the last time. 

The veterinarian returned, and carried the basket with Buffy in it out our front door.  

I stood there watching Buffy going into the veterinarian’s car out our front window, and as her car drove away, I exhaled. 

She was gone.

*****

“Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked Diana.

“Sure."

As we stepped out into the summer afternoon, the birds sounded louder and more joyful. It was as if they were singing in a key that I had never heard them sing before. The sky was a shade of blue I had never seen before, and the breeze felt like an affirmation.

Getting Buffy was not about having a dog; it was about having a dog together. That constant never changed throughout the laughter, the challenges, and the final goodbye.

As we took the first steps with Buffy together, we took the first steps without her together, full of the love she brought into our lives. 

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 5: The Rose Garden

The Merrick Rose Garden in Evanston, Illinois, features over 200 varieties of roses. It was only a couple blocks away from the condo we lived in for the first four years of Buffy's life. We would regularly take her to this garden during our walks. 

Buffy loved this garden. In the grass clearing in the center, she would run around and play and walk around the garden, stopping to smell the roses.

On her last evening, we took her back to her garden.

We had time. 

It was Thursday, and she was going to transition on Friday. We planned to take her to the garden after dinner. I decided to make her one of her favorite foods, steak. After a week of trying to get her to eat anything, I wasn't expecting her to eat, but I figured, why not try?

I went through the routine, and after getting plating dinner for my boys, I chopped up the steak into small pieces and put them in a bowl. I put the bowl on the floor in front of Buffy's bed, where she was napping, and walked back to the table. As we started eating dinner, I heard a rustling and an odd sound. I stood up and looked over, and there was Buffy eating steak out of the bowl and inadvertently pushing the bowl across the hardwood floor.

"Diana, look!"

We stood for a minute watching Buffy for the first time in almost a week. I felt relieved, excited, and happy to see her enjoy one last meal.

*****

 

Diana carefully carried Buffy into the rose garden and put her down on the path. She slowly walked around as our sons ran around the path and the grassy clearing in the center. A family with small children was in the clearing playing with soap bubbles. Like many times before, the children got so excited when they saw Buffy. One of them asked politely if they could pet Buffy and said okay, directing them to pet Buffy as she liked on her back. The other children followed and waved at Buffy as they waved thank you and commented how Buffy was so pretty.

Buffy stood there proud and patient during this exchange as she always had when children approached, enjoying the attention and her power to bring joy into other people's lives with her presence.

I couldn't help but cry as we held Buffy and posed for some pictures with Buffy. 

Then the time felt right for us to go. Buffy wasn't walking much, so I picked her up and carried her across the street to our parked car.

Before getting into the car, I paused and looked back at the rose garden. Holding Buffy looking up at that unbelievably blue sky above the garden, it felt like I was holding our past, this moment, and our last day together.

"Holding you, I held everything…"

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 4: “I Can’t..”

I tried, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead, all I could do was cry as my breath grew faster. The emotion of my moment was fighting the words I didn’t want to say out loud, but I needed to tell Diana about Buffy. 

As we sat on the floor, Diana tenderly held Buffy. I finally was able to catch my breath and quietly mournfully said, “I can’t get her to eat.” 

Food is one of the ways I show love to people in my life. I love making food for people, serving it to them, and seeing them have a physical, cultural, and emotional experience with my food. I have no problem spending an entire day in the kitchen cooking meals for people, and I love the challenge of figuring out new recipes and cooking techniques. I probably get this from my mom. I loved watching her in the kitchen growing up and felt her love and care for me through the food she cooked.

Buffy was never a food-motivated dog. She was a dainty and picker eater. We got her high-quality Fromm kibble when she was a puppy, and sometimes she wouldn’t eat or skip meals. We would make her food tastier by mixing in some wet food. While it seemed she wasn’t eating her full meals at times, she did and grew up strong and healthy.

I made food for her when Buffy had some digestive issues a couple of years ago, and we weren’t sure what to feed her. I’d cook batches of chicken and rice and cook them down into a soup, which she seemed to enjoy. I was willing to do that for her for the long haul, but we found Farmer’s Dog, which provides a more balanced meal, so we went with this service.

Then about a year ago, she lost interest in this food. I would mix in some dog-safe food from our meals, like chicken breasts, or crunch some treats into her food, which seemed to work.

I noticed that she wasn’t coming over to eat when I called her, which may have been due to some hearing loss. So I got into the routine of picking her up and placing her in front of her dog bowl during meal times. Buffy would eat pretty consistently this way, though she left a mess, picking through the food and only selecting the morsels she wanted to eat, leaving the rest of the food spread out in the front of the dish.

In the past couple of months started noticing that Buffy started eating less and less food. I would put her in front of her bowl; she would pick at it and then walk away. I didn’t overthink it. I figured she would come back later and eat some more, but then dinner would come, and her food from breakfast had not been touched. I tried mixing other food into her meals, but nothing seemed to help.

Then came the day I broke down with Diana. This was after four days of her not eating her meals at all, which was probably part of a trend I didn’t admit; I got desperate. I had made Buffy breakfast and carried her over to her bowl. She drank some water and then walked away.

I added some chicken meat to her food and tried, and she just walked away again. I grabbed a piece of chicken from her food bowl, walked over to her lying in her bed, and put it right in front of her nose, and she just turned her head away from the food.

I took a piece of salmon that was leftover from dinner the night before, put it in my palm, and held it in front of her nose. She shifted her weight and turned her head away. I ran back to the kitchen, stuck a spoon in a jar of peanut butter, and pushed that toward Buffy’s nose, and she just lay motionless, not reacting at all to one of her favorite treats.

I sat back on the floor next to Buffy and lay in her bed, feeling defeated. I reached down and held her, looked into her eyes, and pleaded, “Buffy, you have to eat something.” She looked at me calmly, with a knowing look, and I felt the weight of her head as she relaxed into my hands. I sat back to look at her silently, scared and unsure of what to do.

That’s how Diana found me when she came down the stairs. When I could finally tell her what was going on, the path before us became apparent. This was Buffy’s way of telling us that she was ready.

Buffy’s entire life, I had shown her love through food, and her rejection of my food was not her saying she didn't need my love. It was saying she needed me to show her love another way.

This was Wednesday afternoon, and that night we scheduled her transition for Friday.

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 3: Quality of Life

What makes a "quality life"? A life full of joy and meaning? Free of pain? Or is it something different?

One of the questions our veterinarian had us consider was Buffy's quality of life. During the final months of her life, I felt that her life was a good life. She had good food, access to a fenced-in backyard, and a caring family. Once a day, we would take her out for a walk. Sometimes she would make it around our neighborhood; other times, she went a couple of houses down and turned around. We'd take to the park with the boys or other outings. She'd perk up when we'd be outside in other places and was eager to explore forest preserves and other areas.

Buffy slept a lot, though. She wasn't the younger dog who would bark at the boys when they would run around the house or would move from room to room to be near us. More often, she would be resting on her bed or on a sweatshirt one of my sons left on the ground.

Buffy still showed purpose and engagement in life. When certain people came into our house, she would get up and try to greet them. Whenever the boys went to play in the backyard, she wanted to join them. And Buffy continued to be part of therapy.

Ethan started therapy to address his hearing disability early in his life before he was a year old. Buffy was always present, watching, and nearby during these sessions. This continued as Lucas now has speech therapy in our house.

At a certain point in the evening, after the boys were put to bed, Buffy would decide to go up and join them. If the bedroom door were closed, we would hear her bark in protest. Sometimes this would happen before I brushed her teeth and her mane, our pre-bedtime routine. I would go to Ollie and Ethan's room and carry her out. Buffy would protest at me through disgruntled groans. After we were done, I would put her back in the room.

Every night right before I go to bed, I check on everybody. The kids are asleep, usually having gone to bed several hours earlier. First, I check on Lucas. I kiss him goodnight and reposition his blanket and pillow, as he usually lies on the bed sideways. Then I go into Ollie and Ethan's room. I kiss Ollie and Ethan goodnight and then say goodnight to Bufy.

Some nights Buffy would be lying on her bed, wedged in a small space at the foot of Ethan's bed and his dresser. It's only about a foot wide, but it's the perfect space for Buffy to have a cave. I would kiss her on her forehead and pet her on her mane, smoothing out the hair on her neck and back.

Some nights, when I entered that room, Buffy would be sitting in the middle of the room, and she would raise her head and look at me. It was like she was telling me, "It's okay; I got this."

If this was her life, did she have a good quality of life? It felt like it was, but her diagnosis made me wonder. I didn't know how I would know if her quality of life had changed, but sooner than I expected, I would know.

Next: Part 4: “I Can’t..”

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 2: The Diagnosis

“Congenital Heart Faliure”

When Diana told me about Buffy's diagnosis, I was stunned. I knew she wasn't doing well, but I wasn't prepared for this.

In the past year, Buffy had some health issues. She started coughing more, there would be a period when she needed to go out to potty in the middle of the night, and her appetite was inconsistent. It was hard to know what was "she's just getting old" and what were issues that needed to be addressed.

We took Buffy in about a year ago to check on her coughing. It sounded like she was choking on her saliva as she coughed, and it would get her up at night, and she would seem uncomfortable. After it not going away on its own, we learned that she was experiencing tracheal collapse, which is precisely what it sounds like.

When we got her looked at for needing to go out in the middle of the night, the veterinarian found that she had heart issues. So we got her on some medications, and it seemed to help. She no longer needed to go out in the middle of the night, and her coughing improved.

We had a couple of months when things were going well. Then there was the concern we had was that she was underweight. 

Buffy had always been a picky eater. We had to doctor up her kibble with wet food to get her to eat as a puppy. In the past couple of years, we switched to Farmer's Dog, which sends over frozen food, which for a while, she liked so much we had concerns that she was getting overweight. 

That wasn't the case for the past couple of months.

I would heat up her food, and sometimes she would eat it. Sometimes she would not. I would mixed dog-safe food from our dinner, like salmon or chicken breast. This led to her making a mess on her food mat, digging around for the pieces of meat and leaving parts of the meal she didn't want around her bowl. While it was annoying that the area around her food bowl was a complete mess, I was glad she was eating.

Then we had a follow-up appointment in early June, and the news wasn't good. Some dogs live with congenital heart failure, and some don't. Treatment for this condition has improved dramatically over the years, but it's still a serious prognosis. We got her on another medication, and hoped for the best.

Buffy seemed to respond well to the medication, but as her appetite declined, we began to worry. The veterinarian had asked us to consider Buffy's quality of life, and I began to wonder.

Coming up in Part 3: Quality Of Life. 

Buffy - Crossing Over, Part 1: The Facts

Let’s start by laying down some facts. 

Buffy Tang, our wonderful puppy, was put to sleep (euthanized) on Friday, June 23rd, 2023, at around 3:30 pm. A veterinarian from Lap Of Love came to our house to do the procedure. My three sons had said goodbye to Buffy earlier in the day, and we were with my mother-in-law during the afternoon.

Buffy was diagnosed with congenital heart failure on June 10th. She had an enlarged heart, and fluid was collecting in different organs. A couple of months earlier, Buffy was put on another drug to address fluid in her lungs, and at that point, it was clear that her heart was having issues. While we treated Buffy with drugs, her coughing improved, but her health deteriorated after her CHF diagnosis.

Buffy was never in great pain; however, her appetite had declined, and the week before her transition, she barely ate any food though she still drank water. She spent most of her final days on her bed in front of our coat closet, observing her family. In the last couple of months, Buffy had taken to cuddling on the floor with any sweatshirts or jackets we left on the ground. So we ensured that for her last couple of weeks, she had our clothing on her beds we kept around the house.

In the final week, Buffy struggled to walk, and we carried her around as she needed. Buffy had a few accidents during this time in the house, which was rare for her.

Buffy was 14 years old and was a pure-bred Shetland Sheepdog. She was born on May 23rd, 2009. Her full name is Buffy Lynnlea’s Sparker Tang. We got Buffy from Dorothy Christiansen, a wonderful breeder who passed away in 2021. Here is her obituary.

Buffy was the smallest in the litter, which meant that Dorothy probably wasn’t going to show her, which was the perfect opportunity for us to get Buffy. We chose to get Buffy from a Dorothy after doing extensive research to ensure that the breeder we chose was not running a puppy mill and was a responsible and respected breeder. Buffy was always a small dog. At the most, she weighed around 16 pounds and, as an adult, was about two feet long. Her fluffy coat always made her seem bigger.

Buffy was our first wedding anniversary present to each other. While Diana had grown up with a dog, and she was my first dog.

Diana and I have no doubts that we had made the right decision about how and when to help Buffy transition. It was an act of love and gratitude. We are proud that we did right by our puppy throughout her entire life. Raising a puppy and caring for a dog over 14 years is an accomplishment. It took a lot of time, energy, and effort. Through all of the ups and downs in our lives, we were always there for Buffy as she was there for us.

I am proud and thankful but more than anything I miss my puppy. 

As I've told her story on this blog, I feel I need to finish her story. I know this will help me process, and I want to honor her by making sure that I don't forget this last part of her life. Coming up is Part 2: The Diagnosis. 

Parenthood - Week 516: Buffy's New Bed

“Buffy? Kings, get down here!” 

 

I was upstairs when I heard my wife call me. I wasn’t clear from her tone the mood of the moment, but her voice had a level of urgency. As I came downstairs, I saw Diana standing and pointing at our box of winter wear. In this box full of gloves, hats, and mittens sat Buffy. Her fur was coming out of the sides of the box, and she was resting peacefully. 

 

Buffy had somehow managed to climb into this box, and like a cat in a box meme, she sat there content while looking absurd.  

 

“Silly puppy.” 

 

Buffy has a bed in the front room near the same area as this box, but lately, she has been resting not in her bed but on random jackets, gloves, and other clothing on the floor. Because we live with three children, winter clothing accessories are often not hung up or put away. After school, my kids come in, sometimes needing to go to the bathroom in a rush to transition to being home, which can be a mess at times.  

 

The boys get home from school, and as they transition, Buffy takes advantage of the time before my sons put away their stuff. Sometimes before we can put everything away, she has already settled on Ollie’s jacket. Maybe Buffy likes to lay on Ollie’s jacket because it’s soft or novel, or perhaps she likes cuddling up to the scent of someone in her pack.  

 

A couple of days ago, I was cleaning the house nightly after the kids went to bed. As I moved into our living room, I noticed Buffy slowly following me. When I stopped, she stopped and looked up at me. I sighed and then went to the closet. I took out Ollie’s winter coat and threw it on the ground. Buffy turned around and walked towards the coat. She walked in a small circle around the coat and settled down in the coat. Then she let out a relaxed sigh and closed her eyes.  

 

*****  

 

In the evening, Buffy regularly goes upstairs and wants to sleep in Ollie and Ethan’s room. She gets upset when the door isn’t open after they go to bed and wants to get in. At some point in the night, she wants to sleep back downstairs. When I forget to leave that room’s door open a crack, I will hear her whine or bark in the middle of the night, and sometimes Ollie gets up to open the door for her. We’ve gotten into the habit of leaving that door open so she can go downstairs.  

 

There’s a little space between a chest of drawers and Ethan’s bed. It’s only about a foot and a half wide. I’ve wedged one of Buffy’s bed’s into that space, and she enjoys having this little nook to settle in for part of the night.  

 

I’m not sure why she wants to go downstairs in the middle of the night, but it’s nice knowing she’s keeping an eye on the boys and wants to settle for the night close to them.

Parenthood: Week 476 - Happy Birthday Buffy: The First Night

We stopped at the Oasis, a kind of rest stop with restaurants and gas built over the freeway. I needed to get gas for the car. After getting the gas pump going, I went back into the car and looked over at Diana. She was sitting quietly, looking down at Buffy, our new puppy sitting on her lap on a towel. I reached over and touched Buffy’s soft fur. It felt like nothing I have ever felt before in my life. It was velvety smooth and light. Her fur wasn’t very thick, so I could feel her warm skin as I pet her. Her head tucked in against her body. She was just a tiny ball of fluff. 

Diana looked up at me and smiled. She looked tired but had a proud look of happiness. This was the end of a journey for us. There had been a lot of research, phone calls, and trips before we found Buffy, and this day was finally with us. There were no words. I saw all I needed to know in Diana’s face. This was a dream come true for Diana, and I loved how this moment, this journey made Diana feel. Even at that moment, with Buffy in our lives for such a short amount of time, I felt grateful for the joy Buffy had brought into our lives.  

Diana wanted to get a puppy, and I wasn’t convinced that this was a good idea for our family. I didn’t grow up with a dog, unlike Diana, and I wanted to do this right. I felt a deep level of responsibility, and I didn’t want to mess up having a dog. I read books and researched what it meant to be a dog online. I learned that “walking a dog” was code for letting the dog go to the bathroom. I discovered different breeds, priorities when training a dog, and how to take care of a puppy. All of this information was helpful and made me feel more comfortable with having a dog, but something was missing.  

Diana found out that a family friend needed someone to dog-sit their dog when they went on a trip. So we brought this dog Wrigley to live with us for a couple of days. Wrigley was a well-trained dog and wasn’t very difficult to take care of. While we were taking care of the dog, there were times that I was alone with Wrigley, and I wasn’t always sure what to do with him. I’d look at him, and he’d look back at me. I talked to him, but it felt weird, and we did go on walks which felt nice. The experience of having Wrigley with us initially didn’t feel that meaningful.  

When Wrigley returned to his owners, he ran right up to them. I didn’t even have a chance to take off his lead as he ran into his house. At that moment, I felt happy for Wrigley and his family, and I thought, “what about me?” That’s when I realized there is something different and magical about the relationship between a dog and a human. And I had felt that for a small amount of time, and I knew I wanted this in my life.  

It was late when we got home on that first night with Buffy. We had set up a play area and a crate for Buffy in our living room. We tried to feed her, but she wasn’t too interested, so we got her settled in her crate. 

I remember lying in bed, wondering if Buffy was okay. Then we heard her softly whining. Diana took her out to the potty, stayed with her for a bit, and got Buffy settled back in her crate. As Buffy slept through the rest of the night, I was very aware that there was another member of our family. Our condo felt different with her in it, our lives felt different, and our family felt different. So much changed that evening, and my life has never been the same.  

Buffy has been with me through great times and hard times. She has seen me through career changes, our move to our current house, and the birth of our three sons. With Buffy, I don’t have to be anything or be anyone; I can just be with her. 

Buffy has seen it all, and with her knowing eyes, I know that it’s all okay and that we’re going to be fine.  

Happy Birthday, Buffy! You are a wonderful dog. Bringing you into our lives was one of the best decisions in my life. I have always been proud of you, and I love you with all my heart.

Parenthood: Week 450 – Buffy & Ethan

As Ethan is going to bed, sometimes he asks if he can "sleep somewhere else." This means that he wants to sleep in my bed. Since he goes to sleep a couple of hours before me, and more often than not, he goes to sleep pretty quickly after settling in my bed, I don't mind. However, at some point in the night, I will move him to his bed.

This happened the other night. As I was getting ready for bed, I picked up Ethan to carry him to his room as he slept. I opened the door and found Buffy lying on her side, completely asleep on Ethan's bed. Maybe, she decided to keep Ollie company, who shares a room with Ethan. Maybe, she liked the scent of Ethan and wanted to snuggle up into his covers, or maybe she had settled there because it was a bed, like hers, that was close to the ground.

I awkwardly put Ethan in the top corners of the bed so that he wouldn't bother Buffy. Then, I carefully picked up Buffy and placed her on my bed. I went back, rearranged Ethan on his bed, and put the covers over his body.

*****

I figured that Ethan would catch up. He was going slowly around our neighborhood on his scooter. It had been a while since he had used his scooter, and he was stubbornly trying to hold a Lego Mini-figure, which was hindering his progress. I tried to move Buffy ahead of Ethan, but she refused.

Buffy is a small dog; she always loses in a game of tug between her and me, though I am cautious not to pull her hard unless she is in danger. She's older, and while I sometimes push her to go on a long walk, I try to take my cues from her. Sometimes she wants to go for a shorter walk and head home, and more often than not, I let her take the lead.

Buffy kept looking back at Ethan and refusing to go forward. I walked back to Ethan, and held his handlebars, and started pulling him along. At this moment, I felt Buffy's leash go limp, and she started strolling along with us. As soon as Ethan stopped, she stopped.

There are times on walks when she doesn't seem to notice or care about the boys' pace, but on this walk, she felt it was important to keep her pack together.

In the past, Ethan has tried to ride Buffy like a horse, he has tried to push Buffy off the couch, and he has yelled at Buffy to wake her up while she was napping.  In the most challenging times of Ethan's sleep training journey, while Ethan cried loudly, I remember Buffy groaning loudly and leaving our room to go downstairs and try to get some sleep.

This morning, Ethan got up early. After I fed him breakfast, he wanted to go upstairs. I told him to be quiet because everyone else was still sleeping. Ethan quietly walked over to Ollie and kissed him while he slept. Then hearing Lucas crying, he went over to his room to say good morning.

Buffy noticing the movement, slowly lifted her body out of her bed and stretched. Ethan went over to her, gently petted her, and said, "Hi, Buffy!" He walked closely next to her as she walked out of the room. As she went down the stairs, Ethan said, "bye, Buffy."

I'll never fully know what Buffy means to Ethan and what Ethan means to Buffy, but I have seen in moments that they see each other as family, and continue to share a life with and for each other.

Parenthood: Week 432 – Buffy Teaching Me How To Walk

Walking slowly along with Buffy in the gentle summer afternoon wind, I thought for a moment to pull her along, and then I paused and decided to go at her pace. As we made it around my neighborhood, stopping whenever she wanted to, I watched her carefully. There was something meaningful about slow steps, the way she tugged at me towards a tree and turned around to look at me to make sure I was with her.

I was surprised to learn when we got Buffy that puppies don’t know how to walk on a leash.  Diana and I would take her down on the sidewalk or in the park, with this baby-blue harness with a little flower on it, and work on her walking. Sometimes we would bring treats, dehydrated chicken liver, to coax her along, but we found that squeaky toys worked better. Her favorite was this little blue koala bear.

Buffy made progress but sometimes wouldn’t want to walk on a leash anymore or get tired. During those first couple of months, it wouldn’t be uncommon for one of us to carry her home. We lived in a condo near the Metra (elevated commuter train), so there were many city sounds Buffy had to learn. Over time, she learned to manage cars, buses, and trains, holding her head up high and strutting down the sidewalk.

As a teenage puppy, she was fearless. She pointed her nose straight into wind, snowstorms, and rain. Then, when I was ready to go inside and dry off, she was good to go for one more time around the block and one more romp through a snowbank.

Never one to wake us up in the morning, she would always be ready for me to walk her early in the morning before I went to work, sometimes as early as 5:30 am. Then, with energy and purpose, she would dart out in the darkness.

Now it’s different.

Buffy is slower and doesn’t keep pace as well as she used to. She often doesn’t want to go out on a midday walk. Sometimes during her morning walk, she wants to turn around only after a couple of houses. She turns her head at the birds when they sing and the squirrels when they run, but she no longer lunges at them, pulling the leash tight.

Buffy still likes us to stay together. She stops when one of us gets too far behind. When we go out the front door, Buffy often wants to come along, especially if she sees our children walk out the front door. In a novel setting, in a forest preserve, or a park, the spring comes back into her step, and with her face in the wind, she pulls and urges me along. There are still moments walking beside Diana when she trots along and looks up at Diana with a look of love that is nothing short of beautiful.

More than a decade ago, we taught Buffy how to go on a walk, and now she’s teaching me how to walk. In her quiet way, she shows me how to slow down, experience the world with all of my senses, and share in the simple, the common, and the ordinary with gratitude and wonder.

Parenthood: Week 424 – Buffy's Bedtime Routine

It's always the last thing I do before getting ready for bed.

I get Buffy's toothbrush, her toothpaste, and a bowl of water and look for Buffy. She is usually on the main floor. By this point in the evening, she ignores me as I call her name. She is usually in one of her spots, entirely on her side. Like most dogs, she likes to be in corners when she rests. So, I'll find her in the corner of the tv stand, front door, piano, or the wall.  The other spot she likes is a small toddler couch we got for Ethan, which Buffy uses as a bed.  Some days she is lying in the middle of the carpet, comfortable that this is her space.

As I come over to her and sit near her, she perks up. The toothpaste is "poultry flavored," and she thinks of it as a treat. She walks around my body as I sit down, and as I cross my legs, she jumps into my lap. I brush her teeth, clean her butt with a baby wipe if she needs it and take her outside for a quick pee. In the night, when it's dark, we don't let her out in the back. We have skunks in our neighborhood, especially in the summer.  Also, her veterinarian has warned us that while her eyesight when there is a lot of light is fun, her night vision is likely not as good now that she is older.

I put on her leash, lead her outside, and she does her business, and we head back in. At this point in the night, Buffy is very efficient, ready to go to bed, and doesn't need to explore much outside.

Diana usually stays up later than me, so I leave Buffy downstairs to keep Diana company, so she'll make sure Buffy goes to bed with us. Sometimes I'm up after Diana has gone to bed, and in that case, I will usher Buffy up the stairs.

On some occasions, Buffy goes up to our room herself, and I find her in her bed. Every once in a while, I can't find Buffy as she has found her way into the baby's room or sleeping in other bedroom at the foot of Ethan's bed.

In our room, Buffy will often settle underneath the end of our bed. Our bed is built so that the frame around the mattress protrudes over the drawers built into the bed frame. This creates an overhand, which, combined with the comforter hanging over the end of the bed, makes a cave that Buffy enjoys.

After I say one last goodnight to my sons as they sleep, I say goodnight to Buffy. I kiss her on her forehead and usher her into her bed.  I keep trying to explain to her it's better to sleep in her bed for her hips and joints than sleeping on the carpet on our hardwood. She usually cooperates as I move her to her bed, and she settles down.

On nights when I can't sleep or the feeling moves us, Diana or I pick up Buffy and put her in bed with us. Buffy likes to cuddle but prefers to sleep by herself. So she will cuddle as we encourage her to for 10-15 minutes, and then she will move away, wanting to get off the bed. At this point, one of us will get up and help her down off the bed. Buffy no longer tries to jump up on the bed, and even though she can get down by herself, it feels better if we help her.

During the night, as I drift between sleep cycles, I hear Buffy. Sometimes it's her breathing, the little sounds of her footsteps as her claws click on the hardwood. As she has gotten older, sometimes she coughs a little at night. The sounds Buffy makes never keeps me up but are comforting reminders of her presence and the peace she has brought into our lives.

Buffy is content to sleep downstairs in a spot on the floor or a couch. There have been nights that we've forgotten to bring Buffy upstairs, and we find her in the morning, sleeping peacefully somewhere on the main floor. In some ways, having Buffy sleep near us is for her, and more ways, this is for me.

Like my sons being next door to me, having Buffy close makes me feel more at ease. Buffy, throughout the last twelve years, has given so much to our family. She has taught me how to be a parent and a better person. My soul has been enriched by the experiences we've had together, both joyful and challenging, and my heart had grown as I had learned to love in a way I never knew possible before she became part of our family.  

One of the most important things that she has given us is her presence. The past twelve years have brought tremendous change to our lives.

We welcomed three children into our lives, Diana and I changed jobs, and the world around us has changed dramatically in ways that sometimes seemed violent, that was stressful, and scary. Throughout it all, there's been this puppy in our lives reminding us that there is meaning and rejuvenation in caring for another, that the most important ways we connect are often not through words, and that beauty, love, and commitment persist.

Buffy being close at night doesn't make the day's troubles or the sadness in the world go away. The challenges are still there.  But knowing she is near makes me feel better about all of the darkness in the world, and as I hear her breathing, telling me, "I'm here."

Parenthood: Week 326 – Buffy & Ethan

“Ethan, let’s go find Buffy!” I exclaim every morning as we leave the guest room bathroom where I get ready in the morning.  Ethan toddles out of the room and first checks our bedroom, and if she’s already headed downstairs, he will quickly flip onto his stomach and slide feet first down the stairs.

It’s amazing how fast he can make it down the stairs.

Whether she’s under the piano bench or in a corner by the closet, Ethan will find her, with a huge smile on his face, excited to say good morning. Sometimes he will sit down next to her and poke her in the face as he does with me to wake me up. Other times he will stand next to her and try to pet her, flapping his arm up and down.  This sometime is a full out slap onto Buffy’s side. However, as he is getting older, he has managed with our encouragement to make this huge motion gentler.

Buffy sits there in the morning, still waking up herself and patiently letting Ethan poke at her face and attempt to pet her. I often try to get him to stop and I do pull him away if he’s being too aggressive. However, Buffy, who almost always has the space to get up and move away more often than not will sit there and let Ethan greet her in his own special way.

As soon as I have Ethan up into his high chair for breakfast, Buffy is there as well. There are times when Ethan ignores her. Other times he feels Buffy lick his bare toes and he giggles as she licks up scraps and crumbs that he drops. When Ethan is eating, he will sometimes look down to check if Buffy there. If he doesn’t see her on his right side, he’ll check the left side, and only after ensuring her presence he will continue his meal. Sometimes Ethan drops food directly to feed her. Sometimes Ethan throws food in frustration and it falls on Buffy’s face, and sometimes Buffy gets hit in the head with a flying sippy cup or utensil as Ethan flails about during a mid-meal tantrum.

During play time Buffy is more often than not in the same room that Ethan is in. Most of the time he ignores her.  Other times he will try to get her to walk around so that he can chase her. This game of his to play with her seems opposite since Buffy is the one that is the herding dog, but she seems to play along as he laughs loudly during the chase.

Our of the all the cute endearing things Buffy does for Ethan, the one that gets to me the most is how she helps out with his therapy. Ethan has hearing and speech therapy due to his unilateral hearing loss. These wonderful therapists come to our house to do this work with Ethan. Buffy is not only in the room during these sessions, she is attentive and sometimes actively involved in the therapy. The therapist don’t mind her presence at all as she watches them work with Ethan. The therapist are amazing to watch as an educator. I learn things about pedagogy every time I’m able to be there for a session.  It’s also really emotional thing for me to watch as a parent.  Seeing someone work so hard to help your child is a beautiful thing to witness.

I joke that maybe Buffy thinks that these people are here for her, but I don’t think so. She gets that they are there for Ethan and in the way she checks in with the therapist, sits closely paces around the room, it’s clear that she’s not nervous but wants to be supportive.  Buffy helps Ethan in therapy stay calm and focused, as she does for all of us in our family. 

I'm so glad that Ethan has Buffy in his life and I'm so proud of how great Buffy is with Ethan.  In immeasurable ways Buffy continues to enrich Ethan's life, and I hope that Buffy feel purpose and fulfillment watching over this little one.

Mornings aren't always easy to a one-year-old in the house, but I always look forward Ethan joy in finding his Buffy.  

Parenthood: Week 286 – The Fluffy One

This past week has been tough for many reasons. If you read my last blog post you have an idea of how current events are affecting my life, and if you are Facebook friends with me, you probably have an idea of another thing that has been on my mind.

Buffy got attacked recently by another dog. Diana was by herself, it was unexpected, it happened really fast, and it was scary.  This isn’t the first time we’ve been here. This series of blog posts described the first major incident in which Buffy was attacked

That moment when Buffy was attacked was one the most memorable, and most important moments in my life. It was the coming together of a broadening view of love, responsibility, and relationships. It helped me understand what it meant to really love for another that you raise, and the reality of what you really take on when you become a parent.

Now if you don’t think that having a dog is like being the parent of a human child, that’s fine. People have different views on this one, but for me, being Buffy’s owner, has also felt more like being her parent, and this feeling has only become stronger now that I have two less fuzzy children.

After cleaning up Buffy’s behind, scrubbing her puke out of carpets, giving her medicine through a plastic syringe, and being peed on by her, nothing my boys have done have really grossed me out. That moment when you lean into the grossness, and your care for your little one overcomes you natural aversion to the mess, you are embracing and expressing a love that goes beyond what is easy, to what is hard.

And this week has been hard.

Seeing Buffy’s with a small patch of fur shaved off, and this wound slowly drain and heel, has felt heart-breaking. I know that she’s comfortable because in addition to antibiotics she’s on pain medication, and she is eating digesting just fine. However, I still feel really sad. I keep telling myself that this will all soon be a memory, but the healing process just feels like it’s going so slowly. While seeing Buffy walk around the house with her cone on is sometimes funny like when she bonks into things, her defeated groan as she lays down, giving up on trying move with the cone on makes me wish I could do something more for her.

There are limits in my relationship with Buffy.  There are experiences I can never share with her, and things that I can never make her fully understand.  However my love for her continues to grow through the moments we share, and a love beyond my understanding. 

Parenthood: Week 267 - Buffy & The Boys

I know that my boys benefit from growing up with a dog, but sometimes I wonder if Buffy’s life has been enriched living our two boys. I don’t remember thinking about how having a dog would affect our kid’s lives when we got Buffy, and I didn’t really consider how Buffy’s life would change when we had kids. Now I can’t imagine a having kids without a dog in the house. While there are moments when I reminisce about the simplicity of Buffy being our only child, I’m happy how our family has grown and I feel that it has been good for Buffy.

Almost every night, Buffy chooses the bed in Ethan’s room to sleep on, instead of the bed in our bedroom. When Ollie plays in the backyard, Buffy will bark at him acting as the “fun police,” making sure that he is doing okay. And of course, Buffy is always around during dinner time to keep watch for any food falling on the ground. Ethan really likes touching Buffy’s fur, and he works hard to reach out to her.  Buffy is very patient with as his arm flails around her head, or tail as he tries to grab a handful of hair.

The first couple months of having two kids in the house, in some ways has been easier on Buffy then the first couple months of Ollie’s life. When Ollie was just about a month old, we moved, which was a challenge for all of us. However, the baby in house did mean that Buffy got less walks, and less attention. This means that at night, she’s more whiny in the evening, and she hasn’t been brushed as regularly, but we are doing the best we can.

Even though Buffy is a herding dog, and has demonstrated herding instincts with sheep, she doesn’t really try to herd the boys. However, there is a sense of pride in her strut when we’re going on a walk. She is attentive to Ollie and the stroller. Buffy makes sure to keep up if Ollie is up ahead on his scooter, or will stop if the stroller is too far behind.

Sometimes Buffy simply looks judgingly up at us when Ethan is crying, and sometimes when Ollie is dancing she finds a quiet corner of the house to find some peace. As much as Buffy seems to enjoy sleeping in Ethan’s room and keeping him company, when he cries at night, she is quick to relocate to cave created by our covers hanging off of the foot of our bed. There are other times at the end of the long day she looks just as tired as me and Diana, relieved that the both of the boys are finally asleep.

I know Buffy has had fewer uninterrupted nap, and fewer our outings are now rarely centered around her. We used to regularly take Buffy to the dog park or the dog beach and we haven’t been since Ollie was born. This makes me sad sometimes, but more, I’m proud that we had so many special adventures with Buffy before the boys came into our lives. While she is no longer the center of our world, I know that she has a good life.

I'm grateful that Buffy has been with us through it all with the boys.  She has stayed up with Diana late at night as she tries to get one of them to sleep, and she has kept me company when Diana is away and I struggle to get the boys fed for dinner.  Her presence is always comforting, and significant.  I know under her watchful eyes the boys feel this as well.

The boys have given Buffy a larger pack, and a feeling of responsibility.  In turn she continues to enrich our lives with every soft sigh, and with every excited peak through the window, watching as I get out of my car walking up to out front door.