Thanks everyone, she liked just about everything equally, except for thunderstorms and vaccuums and whatnot.I remember just like it was today, that she, despite becoming very shaky and limpy, still had the guts, or the forgetfulness, or whatever, to steal and eat half a pizza and a lot of chocolate that someone left laying on the table, and lived happily ever after somehow...until today. I remember vaguely when my dad almost ran her over when we first saw the energetic, barky Buffy for the first time in 1998, it was on the way back from a disappointingly no show circus visit, when she just popped onto the road, and looked at us. She may not have always been my favorite dog during storms, and I dislike my earlier words and treatment of her infinitely more, now that she is gone, but she was my first dog, and I loved her deeply from hello to goodbye, and I always will. Goodbye Buffy...I hope to see you again someday.... She was a good dog, always friendly, even when I thought her higher functions and senses were lost to age, which they partly were, no doubt now, she was always the friendly dog. The close knit world let of my local neighborhood will miss her too. Goodbye, goodnight, farewell, safe travels, my friend, my dog, my Buffy... Goodbye.
Peace.
David