Sunday, February 24, 2013
Good Bye, Dear Friend
My sweet boy Buster passed on February 21 of a malignant mast cell tumor. We knew it was coming, but it was much too soon.
He was my buddy, my protector, my scooting and hiking pal on many a dirt road when we lived out in the country.
He showed up on our front porch in January of 2007 so I never knew his background or his age, but I fell in love with my "Gorgeous George Cooney" as I used to call him.
He had not an arrogant or vicious bone in his body. He was all about love and loyalty and exploring the nearby woods behind our house.
I'd start the Ruck up and he would do the play bow and howl with delight, dashing off ahead of me down the gravel drive, primed and ready for a romp.
He was a beautifully conformed Tree Walker and he could have been a show dog. He was my "show dog" and I quickly learned about the affectionate, sensitive nature of this breed. The BIG DOG who really wanted to be a "little dog". My baby.
The tumor showed up a year ago, a vicious, deep-reaching cancer that crept through his body and eventually claimed him.
He lived longer than expected and he passed with no pain into a peaceful state of knowing he was loved and never abandoned as he lay in my arms.
Rest easy, my Bustie. I will see you again on some sunny slope of grass on the edge of the trail.
I love you, Buddy. Always will. Miss you so much...