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Dedicated to the memory of Buster 🐾
"My little dog...a heartbeat at my feet."
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
Please visit Buster's sweet and beautiful Bridge friend Bailee Brianna ღ. She and Buster share the same birthday.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING BUSTER TODAY AND ON HIS SPECIAL DAYS; IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
One night I had this dream. I dreamed that I saw a man holding a little dark brindle Cairn Terrier puppy in his arms. He said he was born June 19th. Three months later that dream became a reality when my husband walked through our door with that dark Cairn Terrier puppy in his arms ~ and yes, he was born June 19th.
From that very moment on, he had stolen my heart. He was such an intelligent playful little guy. Always striving to please us. He would play games like hide and seek, adored and took care of his toys. He was also the R-U-N-T of his litter. Once and a while I would spot him trying to retrieve a tennis ball from under the sofa. His furry little rear would be all that you could see. I would sneak up and tug the fur on his little behind sometimes. One day as I looked around for Buster I went to the front window to see if he was in the front yard. Suddenly I felt a gentle pinch on my own behind ~ it was Buster getting into the spirit of that particular game, and had paid me in kind.
Whenever we were engrossed by something on T.V., and Buster wanted our attention he would just walk over to the console and sit down directly in front of it. He was great at communicating his wants and needs!
Christmas was his favorite time of year, from the very beginning. He thought the Christmas tree was the greatest thing ever to be brought indoors. He understood which gifts were his; he would open them and proudly march over to us to show them off. He would also have treats for Christmas, and would open a box up by the perforation marks, helping himself to a biscuit.
One night I caught him unwrapping a cough drop that was wrapped in cellophane which was twisted at both ends. He opened it by holding one end between his paws while pulling with his teeth the other end. He never chewed through the wrapper to get to it. I wondered where he got it. It turned out he had discovered several in the pocket of my jacket which I had laid at the end of the bed. Then one day as I was vacuuming, I found his stash ~ it was beneath the ruffle on the sofa, lined up perfectly spaced apart. My daughter said that he had OCD 😊.
He was extremely loyal, and would never take food from strangers. Our neighbors next door once threw a nice bit of steak over to him while they were barbecuing ~ he just turned around and walked away; never touching it; he behaved as though they had thrown him something that had been dragged up out of the mud and had been left out to rot! One couple who would take walks around the neighborhood, would carry a sack with them, handing out dog biscuits to all the dogs they came across....they left Buster one biscuit, which he ignored of course..I remember them saying, "Well I never."
Sometimes he would view other dogs' antics, like snapping at flies in the shade during the summer months for example, way beneath him. He would look at the offending dog as if to say "You Mongrel!" He just thought it was disgraceful and disgusting not to mention undignified behavior for one of the canine species. (Besides, what would the cats think?)
He despised baths, and could always read my mind when one was planned. He would actually try to tip toe out the pet door to avoid the hated activity. After it was all over, he enjoyed the drying and pampering, and the Vitabone biscuit he would receive for "enduring" so well. He would then prance out to the livingroom to show Dad how nice and clean he was. When he became a senior doggy, his only way that he could show his resistance to bathing was to lie on his side in the bathtub.
Whenever I drove into the driveway after coming home from work, I could hear his joyful barking to welcome Momma home. Those were the sweetest of times. When I walked through the door, I would hold out my arms and he would run right over and practically jump in my arms as if I had been away for years. How I miss him!
As he grew older playtime was replaced by lying in my lap, and by gazing adoringly at me and doggy~sighing, knowing that I would put my book down, to give him all the cuddling and love that we both needed.
When he developed cataracts, he couldn't see his favorite toy (the tennis ball) any more. So we got him a glow ball, that made him so happy; everytime he'd look at the beloved round shape that had brought him so much playtime joy in the past, he'd wag his little tail.
Although affectionate and loyal, Buster was never one to give doggy kisses. He would sit up and beg, using his tale as a prop. As he grew close to the end, he stopped sitting up, as it caused pain around the base of his tail. One of the very last things he did before he left us, was to sit up, and give me that one rare doggy kiss on the cheek. How that must have cost him!
His last day with us, he wandered the yard, crying all day. He was never a crier. I had put him out before leaving for work. When my husband came home, he found him outside wandering; he apparently had not gone inside at all for food or water.
I babysat our granddaughters that evening, so my husband and son took our little fur man to the vets, to see what was wrong, and what could be done for him. I received the phone call, that the vet recommended that my boy be euthanized. It just broke my heart. It was the hardest thing that I had to decide in my life. My poor baby was suffering so badly. He was coming up on 16 years. He had remained energetic and youthful up until he was 13 years old, then he started slowing down. Now I had to make the most heartbreaking decision of my life. I had to let my baby love go.
On the evening of January 6th, as I sat in the chair that I would normally share with little Buster, I felt a pinch on MY LEFT FOREARM; I instantly looked up at the clock; it read 9:00...I knew then that my precious little Buster was gone. When I asked my son what the time had been when my boy left us, (he had stayed with him during his final moments); his reply was 9:00. He also told me that he had been injected in his LEFT FRONT LEG.
Buster's cremains rest on the nightstand on my side of the bed. A day hasn't passed that I haven't thought of my little thief of hearts. Someday, we will rest together in my own final resting place. I just know as I pass through the veil, I will hear his joyful barking and will be welcomed home by my precious little companion and friend; Buster.
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
I Loved You Best
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.
by Jim Willis
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
ஐ __________ (¯`v´¯)_ _____
____________(¯`(♥)´¯)___
_____________(_.^._)___
_____(¯`v´¯) ______ (¯`v´¯)
____ (¯`(♥)´¯) _____(¯`(♥)´¯)
___¶¶ (_.^._)¶¶__¶_¶¶(_.^._)¶¶
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¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶(¯`(♥)´¯)¶
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___________¶(_.^._)¶
____________ ¶¶¶¶¶
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Buster was the birth son of Sir Courtney Toto and My Lady Brenna. 🐾 🐾
"My little dog...a heartbeat at my feet." ~ Edith Walton (founder of the ASPCA)
A big thank you goes to our friend Saralyn for sponsoring Buster's memorial ღ.
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Dedicated to the memory of Buster 🐾
"My little dog...a heartbeat at my feet."
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
Please visit Buster's sweet and beautiful Bridge friend Bailee Brianna ღ. She and Buster share the same birthday.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING BUSTER TODAY AND ON HIS SPECIAL DAYS; IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
One night I had this dream. I dreamed that I saw a man holding a little dark brindle Cairn Terrier puppy in his arms. He said he was born June 19th. Three months later that dream became a reality when my husband walked through our door with that dark Cairn Terrier puppy in his arms ~ and yes, he was born June 19th.
From that very moment on, he had stolen my heart. He was such an intelligent playful little guy. Always striving to please us. He would play games like hide and seek, adored and took care of his toys. He was also the R-U-N-T of his litter. Once and a while I would spot him trying to retrieve a tennis ball from under the sofa. His furry little rear would be all that you could see. I would sneak up and tug the fur on his little behind sometimes. One day as I looked around for Buster I went to the front window to see if he was in the front yard. Suddenly I felt a gentle pinch on my own behind ~ it was Buster getting into the spirit of that particular game, and had paid me in kind.
Whenever we were engrossed by something on T.V., and Buster wanted our attention he would just walk over to the console and sit down directly in front of it. He was great at communicating his wants and needs!
Christmas was his favorite time of year, from the very beginning. He thought the Christmas tree was the greatest thing ever to be brought indoors. He understood which gifts were his; he would open them and proudly march over to us to show them off. He would also have treats for Christmas, and would open a box up by the perforation marks, helping himself to a biscuit.
One night I caught him unwrapping a cough drop that was wrapped in cellophane which was twisted at both ends. He opened it by holding one end between his paws while pulling with his teeth the other end. He never chewed through the wrapper to get to it. I wondered where he got it. It turned out he had discovered several in the pocket of my jacket which I had laid at the end of the bed. Then one day as I was vacuuming, I found his stash ~ it was beneath the ruffle on the sofa, lined up perfectly spaced apart. My daughter said that he had OCD 😊.
He was extremely loyal, and would never take food from strangers. Our neighbors next door once threw a nice bit of steak over to him while they were barbecuing ~ he just turned around and walked away; never touching it; he behaved as though they had thrown him something that had been dragged up out of the mud and had been left out to rot! One couple who would take walks around the neighborhood, would carry a sack with them, handing out dog biscuits to all the dogs they came across....they left Buster one biscuit, which he ignored of course..I remember them saying, "Well I never."
Sometimes he would view other dogs' antics, like snapping at flies in the shade during the summer months for example, way beneath him. He would look at the offending dog as if to say "You Mongrel!" He just thought it was disgraceful and disgusting not to mention undignified behavior for one of the canine species. (Besides, what would the cats think?)
He despised baths, and could always read my mind when one was planned. He would actually try to tip toe out the pet door to avoid the hated activity. After it was all over, he enjoyed the drying and pampering, and the Vitabone biscuit he would receive for "enduring" so well. He would then prance out to the livingroom to show Dad how nice and clean he was. When he became a senior doggy, his only way that he could show his resistance to bathing was to lie on his side in the bathtub.
Whenever I drove into the driveway after coming home from work, I could hear his joyful barking to welcome Momma home. Those were the sweetest of times. When I walked through the door, I would hold out my arms and he would run right over and practically jump in my arms as if I had been away for years. How I miss him!
As he grew older playtime was replaced by lying in my lap, and by gazing adoringly at me and doggy~sighing, knowing that I would put my book down, to give him all the cuddling and love that we both needed.
When he developed cataracts, he couldn't see his favorite toy (the tennis ball) any more. So we got him a glow ball, that made him so happy; everytime he'd look at the beloved round shape that had brought him so much playtime joy in the past, he'd wag his little tail.
Although affectionate and loyal, Buster was never one to give doggy kisses. He would sit up and beg, using his tale as a prop. As he grew close to the end, he stopped sitting up, as it caused pain around the base of his tail. One of the very last things he did before he left us, was to sit up, and give me that one rare doggy kiss on the cheek. How that must have cost him!
His last day with us, he wandered the yard, crying all day. He was never a crier. I had put him out before leaving for work. When my husband came home, he found him outside wandering; he apparently had not gone inside at all for food or water.
I babysat our granddaughters that evening, so my husband and son took our little fur man to the vets, to see what was wrong, and what could be done for him. I received the phone call, that the vet recommended that my boy be euthanized. It just broke my heart. It was the hardest thing that I had to decide in my life. My poor baby was suffering so badly. He was coming up on 16 years. He had remained energetic and youthful up until he was 13 years old, then he started slowing down. Now I had to make the most heartbreaking decision of my life. I had to let my baby love go.
On the evening of January 6th, as I sat in the chair that I would normally share with little Buster, I felt a pinch on MY LEFT FOREARM; I instantly looked up at the clock; it read 9:00...I knew then that my precious little Buster was gone. When I asked my son what the time had been when my boy left us, (he had stayed with him during his final moments); his reply was 9:00. He also told me that he had been injected in his LEFT FRONT LEG.
Buster's cremains rest on the nightstand on my side of the bed. A day hasn't passed that I haven't thought of my little thief of hearts. Someday, we will rest together in my own final resting place. I just know as I pass through the veil, I will hear his joyful barking and will be welcomed home by my precious little companion and friend; Buster.
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
I Loved You Best
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.
by Jim Willis
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
ஐ __________ (¯`v´¯)_ _____
____________(¯`(♥)´¯)___
_____________(_.^._)___
_____(¯`v´¯) ______ (¯`v´¯)
____ (¯`(♥)´¯) _____(¯`(♥)´¯)
___¶¶ (_.^._)¶¶__¶_¶¶(_.^._)¶¶
_¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶__¶¶¶¶¶(¯`v´¯)¶
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶(¯`(♥)´¯)¶
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Buster ¶¶¶¶(_.^._)¶¶
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶(¯`v´¯)¶¶¶¶¶
_¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶(¯`(♥)´¯)¶¶¶
___¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶(_.^._)¶¶
______¶¶¶¶¶¶(¯`v´¯)¶¶¶¶¶
________¶¶¶(¯`(♥)´¯)¶¶
___________¶(_.^._)¶
____________ ¶¶¶¶¶
______________¶¶
❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤ℒℴѵℯ❤
Buster was the birth son of Sir Courtney Toto and My Lady Brenna. 🐾 🐾
"My little dog...a heartbeat at my feet." ~ Edith Walton (founder of the ASPCA)
A big thank you goes to our friend Saralyn for sponsoring Buster's memorial ღ.
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⋯ ◯ ⋯
⋰ ⋮ ⋱
.✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿¸.•*`✿`*•..¸✿.
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Copyright © 2014 by LOVE FOREVER: All personal materials, images, and data contained herein are not to be copied or down loaded for commercial purposes of duplication, distribution, or publishing without the express written permission of the owner. Information contained on this memorial is provided free for the purpose of aiding individuals doing genealogical research and to preserve family history.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
