This little fur-friend came to me, out of the blue, one memorial weekend while I was working at The Village at LionsGate Apartments. His breeders needed someone to watch him. Me having the word "Sucker" written on my forehead, said okay.
Bucky was the runt - nobody had wanted him. He was only 3 months old. The ugliest thing I thought I'd ever seen. And no matter how much I told myself I was returning him that following week, he stole my heart and I've never looked back.
He grew up to become a rowdy guy. Barking at everything. Carrying branches three times his body - I like to think he was saying "Look mom, look what I can do."
He was always with me. Every day, every night. I was his person. And he was my best friend. I've never known a love like this. It's different than the love we have for people because we are their voice, we have to connect with them intuitively. There's so much that's said without any words.
Which is why I made it my mission to be the best owner I could be to him. I would like to believe Bucky had an amazing life. He sure filled my heart with so much joy.
That same day Bucky was put down, I took Lucky out back and there was this yellow butterfly just flying all over the yard. I thought of him.
And the following morning, this yellow butterfly flying all over. I thought maybe that's him, saying to me again ... "Look mom, look what I can do!" Just like he did as a puppy.
I keep seeing this butterfly and while this may be a simple coincidence. It brings me peace knowing my Sir Bucky Brown can do anything - maybe even fly.
To my Bucky Von Schnauzer! Love you!!