Rehabilitating Buddy

He was a large and quite handsome
specimen, a Cocker spaniel with
an apricot coat and a notable
personality of irritating dimensions
along with habits considered
repulsive by both other dogs
and people who knew him. Although
he had been optimistically named
Buddy, he lived in a cloistered
head space all his very own. Buddy
was no one's buddy and no one
aspired to be his. His first owner
breathed a sigh of relief, delivering
him to a rescue group which in
turn handed him over for fostering
to a volunteer. Months of patient
care resulted in two different
families returning him for further
rescue, and he was earmarked
finally as a hopeless recidivist 
who repaid the kindness of
attention he had no wish to receive
with bites decidedly unfriendly.
The woman who had fostered him
along with her posse of earlier
rescues though disliking Buddy
decided to rescue him from
impending death and absorbed him
among all her others, all of whom
spurned Buddy, leaving him alone
to his nasty habits. Alone and aloof
among a plenitude of others, he
lived as a hermit, fed, housed, cared
for, his coat unkempt despite
tidying efforts he failed to appreciate
oblivious of any obligation to
gratitude. So it is difficult to
determine whether his unremarkable
life passaging into death will be
noticed by anyone at all, at all.