|Birth: ||Dec., 1997|
|Death: ||Oct. 16, 2005|
South Carolina, USA
OUR DEEPEST GRATITUDE TO SHERRI FOR SPONSORING BUCKLEY'S MEMORIAL. MAY ALL THE GOOD SHE DOES COME BACK TO HER IN WAYS BOTH DEEPLY MEANINGFUL AND DELIGHTFULLY UNEXPECTED.
Buckley was our beloved Beagle. We picked him from a litter when he was about six weeks old. He moved with us several times and was always a joy to own. Mostly Bucky was an outside dog, but occasionally we allowed him to come inside.
Among my favorite memories of Buckley are the times when he would throw back his head and howl to the sky whenever our son would practice playing the trombone in an upstairs bedroom. Even with the windows closed, Bucky heard it and for some reason the sound made him bay madly. It was awful cute.
For the last year of his life, we believe Buckley was almost entirely blind. He had gained some weight and slowed down quite a bit. In September of 2005 we moved to a house with a very large in-ground pool. We had never owned a pool before.
Buckley stayed in the back "yard" which really was not a yard at all because it consisted of decking, pool surround, and some terraced landscaping. If we left a pool float on the area around the pool, Buckley would invariably end up sleeping half-on, half-off it. He was a funny dog.
There were some large bushes in front of a retaining wall and he also loved to snooze underneath them because it was cool there.
We hadn't lived in the new house long when we realized that Buckley was falling into the pool. But because we never actually saw him fall but only saw the drenched-coat aftermath, we knew he wasn't having any difficulty climbing back out. Maybe we should have been more worried but we never dreamed what would happen.
One beautiful October Sunday we came home from church and found Buckley floating near the pool intake, drowned. I can still hear my own sobs as I hauled him out and rocked him in my arms. I felt so bad, so guilty, so irresponsible. Never in our wildest dreams did we imagine our Buckley would fall into the pool and not be able to get back out.
Later that evening I was holding Buckley again -- this time his body was wrapped in a towel which would serve as his shroud -- while my husband and son dug his grave at the back of the landscaped area, near the fence.
I was crying and grieving for my poor Bucky when the most amazing thing happened. As audibly as if someone had sat down beside me and spoken the words, I heard this: "It was merciful."
I took the words as from the Lord, Who I know cares for every pet dog and cat as he does for every person. After all, not a sparrow falls to the ground without His notice. I searched my heart to be sure I wasn't simply trying to assuage my own grief by letting myself off the hook for allowing Bucky to drown in the pool.
I believe Buckley was at the end of the line and it was indeed merciful that he went on a beautiful October day. I want to believe he experienced a heart attack or some other such event, and that it happened quickly, and that he did not suffer for very long.
Maybe I'm being naive but I can't bear to imagine Buckley suffering. So I don't. I picture his death to have been as quick and painless as possible.
He's been gone now these years but how I still miss him! Thank You Lord, for Buckley and all he meant to us.
Rest in Peace Faithful Pet
Specifically: Weber Pet Cemetery
Plot: Where the fence makes a corner, with white lights and ivy to make it pretty, and tall pines for shade.
Created by: AngelSeeker
Record added: Apr 13, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 68327504