Buster died today. We are all very, very sad.
Paul and I always say he was our "first".
We picked him out of a litter to be our very own and raised him since he was a pup of about 3 months old. He has been such a good dog.
We miss him so very much.
Buster the best dog ever.
July 17, 1997 - October 1, 2009
Paul buried him in the backyard, beyond the fence. We had a funeral for him, sobbed like crazy, and laid fresh flowers on his grave. We remembered all the good times and annoying times we've had with him that are now just plain funny memories. All through the day there is someone crying.
Buster has lived in Arizona, Nevada, and Oregon and was an avid traveler in between.
He loved to eat, run out the front door, make smellies, chase frisbees, and sniff babies.
In his younger days he swam in lakes, jumped out of a boat, ate our Christmas tree twice, ate Elijah's gingerbread cookie from pre-school, ate Paul's chicken off of the counter-stirofoam wrapper and all, and was even known for getting his tail tangled in the dishwasher rack.
He leaves behind 2 grieving parents and 5 grieving children.
Thank you, Lord, for the wonderful time we had with him
and if at all possible,
may we see him again in heaven please.
