We adopted Buck in December of 2014, and lost him recently on November 12. I was eight at the time, and my dad adopted Buck as an early Christmas present. Words couldn’t explain the joy I felt opening a small bag with a blue SHLR bandana and a certificate confirming he was ours. Since then, we made countless mountain trips, went on hundreds of walks, enjoyed adventures at Red Rocks, and even camping trips. To say Buck was a perfect dog would be an understatement. He was more than that. He was ours. He was our best friend. Buck just had a way of knowing what was going on. He knew to get his leash to go on a walk before we even told him. If something was wrong, he knew to stay with you. Buck loved to be in the car. It didn’t matter if we were running errands, going to the mountains, or even being with me when I was learning how to drive, he always wanted to be a part of the action. Everyone’s faces lit up when Buck came into a room, making everyone happy was in his nature. Early on, we gave him the title of Belly-Rub-Buck. No matter where we were or what we were doing, he always wanted a belly-rub.

Throughout all of the change that has happened in the past eight years, Buck was the one that remained constant. He held us all together, and, when things fell apart, he pulled us closer again.  His companionship is irreplaceable, and his loyalty is ongoing. We hold a large void in our hearts knowing that we won’t be able to see him again. The saying that a dog is a man’s best friend is true, but he was also a girl’s best friend. Life is difficult, and he made it easier. We are forever grateful for everything he has done for us. We’re glad he was able to leave us peacefully, he earned it.

Buck – we can’t thank you enough for everything that you have done for us. You have saved our lives in more ways than one. We love you Bubba, forever.