Buddy's Big Journey

I will be leaving soon. Can I ask a favor?

Hi friends, I'm Buddy Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Werbenjagermanjensen, and my heart is heavy right now. So it seems to be time for a story. A story about a boy and his dog (that would be me), that, if you're willing, could have a happier ending.

I remember the good old days when I was a pup with giant paws and a fluffy feather-duster tail that wagged like crazy. Well, I still do that, so it's not really hard to remember. But, one fateful day while chasing ducks in Miami, I met this boy named Hunter. Instead of going off to the Humane Society, where I was about to be sent... this boy and I became inseparable! He took me home. We'd spend hours just playing and walking around the neighborhood. My favorite game was Destroy-the-Toy. The rules are simple: your boy buys a new toy made out of some new indestructible industrial military-grade material, and I am required to reduce it to shards before breakfast. I played that game until I was tongues-out tired, and I got really good at it! But we also enjoyed sharing secrets in the quiet of twilight or just cuddling up in bed. We also got to do a lot of driving and motorcycle riding together! The wind in our hair, ears flapping wildly (mostly mine!), the joy in our hearts... My, my. Those were the days!

Then, one day, Hunter vanished. Poof! Gone. No explanation, no goodbye. It was like my favorite chew toy disappeared into thin air. My heart ached. I searched for him everywhere, sniffing every corner of the neighborhood, listening for his familiar call. But he was gone. Five long, hard years without even a phone call or picture to remember him by.

Now, after what I thought was a toothache... I've been to the hospital, and the news isn't good. The doctor says I have cancer. It's a scary word, and it means my time is running out. Really short. I don't have many months left, maybe even less. Where did my good buddy Hunter go? I've missed him so much.

My biggest wish, my final dream, is to see Hunter one last time. To feel his hand on my fur, to hear his voice, to remember all the joy we shared. I know it's a long shot. Five years is a long time. But maybe, just maybe, someone out there knows where he is. Maybe someone remembers us. Maybe, if we all have a little courage, we can bring Hunter home, even if it's just for a little while.

If you know anything about Hunter, if you think you can help reunite us, please, please reach out. My time is running out, but hope... well, hope still wags its tail, even when things look ruff. Please help me find my best friend.

Woof woof! Hi friends, I'm Buddy Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Werbenjagermanjensen, and my heart is heavy right now. So it seems to be time for a story. A story about a boy and his dog (that would be me), that, if you're willing, could have a happier ending.

I remember the good old days when I was a pup with giant paws and a fluffy feather-duster tail that wagged like crazy. Well, I still do that, so it's not really hard to remember it. But, one fateful day while chasing ducks in Miami, I met this boy named Hunter. Instead of going off to the Humane Society, where I was about to be sent... this boy and I became inseparable! He took me home, We'd spend hours just playing and walking around the neighborhood. My favorite game was Destroy-the-Toy. The rules are simple: Your boy buys a new toy made out of some new indestructable industrial military-grade material, asn I was required to reduce it to shards before breakfast. I played that game until I was tongues-out tired, and I got really good at it! But we also enjoyed sharing secrets in the quiet of twilight. Or just cuddling up in bed. We also got to do a lot of driving and motorcycle riding together! The wind in our hair, ears flapping wildly (mostly mine!), the joy in our hearts... My, my. Those were the days!

Then, one day, Hunter vanished. Poof! Gone. No explanation, no goodbye. It was like my favorite chew toy disappeared into thin air. My heart ached. I searched for him everywhere, sniffing every corner of the neighborhood, listening for his familiar call. But he was gone. Five long, hard years without even a phone call or picture to remember him by.

Now, after what I thought was a tooth ache... I've been to the hospital, and the news isn't good. The doctor says I have cancer. It's a scary word, and it means my time is running out. Really short. I don't have many months left, maybe even less. Where did my good buddy Hunter go? I've missed him so much.

My biggest wish? my final dream is to see Hunter one last time. To feel his hand on my fur, to hear his voice, to remember all the joy we shared. I know it's a long shot. Five years is a long time. But maybe, just maybe, someone out there knows where he is. Maybe someone remembers us. Maybe, if we all have a little courage, we can bring Hunter home, even if it's just for a little while.

If you know anything about Hunter, if you think you can help reunite us, please, please reach out. My time is running out, but hope... well, hope still wags its tail, even when things look ruff. Please, if you know anything about him, will you help me find my best friend?