Buster really found us. We had always had dogs, but when our last one had passed away in 1994, we just didn't have the heart to get another one to replace her. Early spring of 1998, my husband and I went to the Boise Home & Garden show. The Humane Society had dogs with their "foster parents" at the show. The dogs were in trouble - their time was running out and they would need to be euthanized if homes weren't found for them soon. Not quite full grown (about 7 months) was this German Shepherd mix, with a red bandanna around his neck. It was love at first sight, but we walked several times around the show discussing it. In the end, we were looking for plans on gazebos, and ended up with Buster. It was the best decision we ever made. He was the most loyal dog, even "talking" to us when we came home. He was protector and playmate to the cats B.B. and Blackula, and the Golden Retriever, Allegra.

In January, 2010, Buster became ill. After several trips to the vet, we learned he had cancer; yet there might be an operation that could save him. It was set for February 17. On the night of the 15th, Buster was laying in the hallway, and there appeared a purplish stain from his chest downwards. We immediately took him to the wonderful folks at West Vet. There we were devastated to learn that his spleen had already ruptured. The caring people at West Vet gave him enough sedative that he was not in pain, and we had time to say our goodbyes. Then with us gently stroking his ears, the vet put him to sleep, and he slipped away peacefully from us.

We miss our Buster every day.

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Thank you for visiting me on my Angel Day
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