Buckwheat

My dog,Buckwheat, was the cutest white Poodle, that a friend gave to me after he found him abandoned, as a puppy in his garden. I only had him for seven years, when he died in my arms.

He was so brave and loyal. He wouldn't even go for a walk with a friend, if I wasn't along. If I left something in the oven for too long he warned me. Once, a woman sneaked onto my patio and was stealing potted plants and he barked so loudly that his tiny body bounced up and down.

He enabled me to make friends with neighbors, when I walked him, because everyone wanted to stop and say hello. We were soulmates. He was a blessing. I have had another dog since buckwheat, who lived for 17 years and I look forward to having other dogs in future. But I'll never forget all the joy that he gave to me. I still love you, Buckwheat.

Beverly