Buster died just shy of his 16th birthday. He had been in decline, and was being treated for pneumonia. I was optimistic that he would recover; instead, he collapsed and died while visiting our vet. I rushed the long drive from work to Freeville -- but he was gone. Thank God that our vet, Dr. Gry Wildenstein, had a grief room. I cradled his still warm body, kissed each soft ear and sobbed for a long, long time.
My whole family agreed that Buster was an amazing, calm, contented, completely selfish dog -- but always in the most loving way. He was never troubled by any of the other creatures of the earth. He just always expected their worship. He was always simply -- Buster.
If he wanted a bone, he would quietly, calmly wait until the other dog left it and then collect it. Until, one by one, all the bones were under him in despotic ownership. He never would give kisses, but alway accepted them (see below). If a person only gets one special heart dog in their life, he was and is forever mine.
My whole family agreed that Buster was an amazing, calm, contented, completely selfish dog -- but always in the most loving way. He was never troubled by any of the other creatures of the earth. He just always expected their worship. He was always simply -- Buster.
If he wanted a bone, he would quietly, calmly wait until the other dog left it and then collect it. Until, one by one, all the bones were under him in despotic ownership. He never would give kisses, but alway accepted them (see below). If a person only gets one special heart dog in their life, he was and is forever mine.
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