Our beautiful bassador boy. Nearly 17 years old, although we were never entirely sure of his age or his story before he became ours.
Buddy made his way from a black dog rescue in Georgia to a shelter in Salem. His brother had been adopted just the day before we found him. Originally, we rescued Buddy for my mother, Judy, on my father’s birthday. But two days later, on Christmas Eve, Buddy arrived at our house wearing a big red bow, a surprise for our three kids. And just like that, he was a Doran.
Standing less than two feet tall, with enormous paws, a big head and an even bigger tail, Buddy was one of a kind. Goofy, mischievous and completely obsessed with his orange ball. He stole food like it was his full-time job. Buddy never met a squeaky toy he didn’t love.
Buddy was our daughter Ireland’s best boy, a gentle caretaker to our cat Marilyn, whom he lovingly carried around as a kitten like he birthed her. He was the best big (little) brother to our Vizsla Dolly for 13 1/2 years and a mentor to our Sato rescues Emmie and Beau.
He was funny, loyal, stubborn, sweet and full of personality. He gave us nearly 17 years of unconditional love, countless laughs and memories we will treasure forever.
Buddy was deeply loved by Greg, Michelle, Liam, Ireland and Enna, and by every four-legged family member lucky enough to know him.
