Video wird geladen...
Video konnte nicht geladen werden
Reading’s Select Car Leasing Stadium looking a little empty 5 minutes before kick off vs Rotherham United 😳 #ReadingFC #rufc
39,975 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten •via X (Twitter)
0 Kommentare
Keine Kommentare verfügbar
Kommentare vom Original-Post werden hier angezeigt
Ähnliche Videos
0:12
Sensitive content
Buddy had been going to that beach with the Miller family for almost 14 years. When he was young, getting him out of the water was usually harder than getting him into it. He would race into the surf before anyone had finished taking their shoes off and keep swimming until somebody finally called him back. The years changed that little by little. His runs became slow walks, his coat faded around the face, and eventually the Labrador who once spent an hour in the ocean was happy just standing where the water reached his paws. A few days earlier, the family had heard the words they had been dreading. Buddy was very old, and he was very sick. The veterinarian couldn't tell them exactly how much time he had left. There was no dramatic countdown, only the understanding that they were probably looking at days instead of months and that keeping him comfortable mattered more than anything else now. Emma was the one who brought up the beach. It had always been Buddy's place. So they drove him there one more time. Nobody brought a ball. Nobody tried to get him excited or make the afternoon into something it wasn't. They walked slowly down to the shoreline and let Buddy decide what he wanted to do. For a while, he simply stood there. The family stayed several feet behind him while Buddy looked toward the ocean. Then he turned and looked back at them. Emma's eyes were already wet. "We're right here, Buddy." The old Labrador held their gaze for a moment before turning toward the water. His first steps were slow. The wet sand gave slightly beneath his paws, and when the first little wave reached him, Buddy stopped long enough to feel it move around his legs. Then he kept going. The water reached his chest, and for a few seconds he stood quietly looking out at the same ocean he'd been running into since he was a puppy. Buddy started swimming. It was only a few strokes, nothing like the long swims the family remembered. His gray muzzle stayed above the surface while he moved slowly through the shallow water close to shore. Nobody called him back. They just walked along the sand beside him. After a short distance, Buddy slowed and turned his head toward his family again. His mother wiped her face. "Good boy, Buddy. We love you!" Buddy stayed in the water a little longer before coming back toward shore. The family dried him off and sat with him on the sand until the evening grew colder. Buddy rested between them while they talked about old vacations, ruined towels, muddy car seats and all the times he'd refused to leave that beach when everyone else was ready to go home. They knew one last trip couldn't change what was coming. That wasn't the point. For one more afternoon, Buddy got to smell the ocean, feel the water around him and look back to find the same family waiting where they had always been. If you could give your dog one last perfect day, where would you take them?
Gabriele Corno
43,974 Aufrufe • vor 3 Tagen
