I had planned to write this first blog of September to introduce my new website (this new website being the reason I haven’t written anything for about a month, as it was all in process.) However, life intervened – as it has for most of this year.
It was one week ago that we had to say goodbye to our little pup-boy of almost 17 years, Bucky. He lived a wonderful and long life; however, not long enough for us. Our hearts are broken, as is anyone’s who has shared their life with a beloved pet.
I’m going to share some favorite photos, but leave the words to my husband, who wrote a beautiful tribute to him.
In my husband’s words:
“BUCKY’ DiTonno
Buckminster Fuller, Buckaroo Bonzai
“Passed away in the arms of his two best friends on the last day of August 2020. We met our first King Charles Cavalier Spaniel in a Tuscan villa in Italy and immediately put our order in with the stork, who started everything in motion. Bucky was born in Cotati, CA on November 23, 2003. The stork brought him to his new home in Burlingame CA. in time for the new year celebration of 2014. He also lived in Indian Wells CA, Redwood City CA and San Mateo, CA before retiring in Cary NC in 2018.
Bucky had two best friends during his life, Jack and Louie, who he spent many happy days with in Lake Berryessa, San Francisco and the Palm Springs area. He visited his maternal Grandmother Rita in Tyler TX and spent many happy days with his maternal Grandmother Lena. He had legions of admirers for his powerful good looks and genial temperament.
Bucky suffered from a severe personality disorder his whole life. While he was technically a canine he never felt comfortable in his fur because he thought he was a human. He was enrolled in a puppy school but dropped out because he found the teachers impossible to train. So he decided to home school his humans, Adena and Tony DiTonno, who despite his passing continue to follow his life guidance. He loved to take his humans for walks. Mostly his mother because his father really couldn’t keep up with him, as this little 20 pound personal trainer strained at his collar and/or harness for the entire trip. He loved to play catch and enjoyed watching his people throw toys and then go fetch them for him. Equally he enjoyed going to dog parks because he could watch his humans walk all over the park and wave to him sitting at the entrance. Most of all he enjoyed ignoring other dogs. Not that he was antisocial; he was always willing to give another dog the once over but quickly would turn his attention to the other owners to see if they needed any remedial training.
Bucky is survived by his parents who are lost and trying to remember all that he taught them. He had amazing Aunts and Uncles. Notable are Betsey and Dawn, who were his constant companions when he was in residence in CA, and Jerry, Nadia, Amy and Rhonda since his move east.
He had scores of relatives: Aunts, Uncles, cousins, great cousins and even a new half brother, Franklin, who he secretly loved but outwardly only tolerated (after all he’s only a dog).
Bucky’s final resting place will be with his humans for as long as they are around. He will be right there beside the sister he never met, Sophie the socialite/fashionista, who taught her mother how to be an image consultant.
To honor Bucky, we suggest that anyone reading this take one minute of your day to close your eyes and be thankful for everyone that you love. To remember that life is short and life is precious.
We now await rejoining Bucky in the place where age doesn’t exist and we can share what we have in store for us in eternity.”
R.I.P. little boy.
Thanks for reading,
Adena
