Buddy Dupaul

Today we remember Buddy—my loyal companion, my travel partner, my best friend.

Buddy's story began in a snowbank in Oklahoma, where fate brought us together. From that moment on, he never left my side. Across countless miles and endless landscapes, Buddy was there—his giant heart as constant as his powerful stride.
He was a gentle giant, with a beautiful red coat and a noble black mask. People were drawn to him—not just for his size, but for his spirit. He had a way of smiling at the world that made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

Buddy loved the open road and the wild places, especially when he could chase pronghorn with joy. He brought warmth to cold nights and laughter to quiet days. He lived fully, loved deeply, and gave endlessly.
At 13 years old, Buddy lived a life of adventure, loyalty, and love. He is missed more than words can say. But the memories we made—the life we shared—will always be with me.

Run free, Buddy. You were, and always will be, deeply loved and forever missed.