Saying goodbye to Buster. A good little dog. [View all]
We got him in 2003 when we lived in Circleville. I found a breeder near us who had miniature dachshunds.
She ran the operation out of her house...I was not too pleased when I got there. But saw Buster and knew I had to have him. If for no other reason than to get him out of there.
He was with me when we moved from Circleville to Laurelville, then to Columbus. Then to California and back.
On the drive across country he climbed up on the dash board and would sleep. I would get out for gas and walk him. On the one trip it was me, him, another dog, and two cats. Buster was the best behaved of them all.
The years flew by and all during some of the hardest times of my life he was there to bring joy. During the big ice storm in 2004 it was he and I alone in the house. No power. I boiled water and put up plastic sheets to keep the heat in the kitchen. He sat on my lap as we listened to my hand crank radio by candle light. On 12/23/2004 he and I walked next door to mom's house - she had gotten home from the hospital and was sleeping downstairs and dad had a generator to keep the heat on. He slept with me all nice and warm in mom's bed. She went back to the hospital the next morning and died on 12/31/2004.
I came home to an empty house the night mom died (my x and daughter were in CA at the time). Almost. He was there. Slept with me, kept me company.
He is blind now. Health is failing him. And sometime in the next two weeks....I have to do what needs done. He is living with my X and she can't bring herself to do it and has asked me to handle it.
I don't have a car so will have to call for someone to pick him up and take him in. I won't even be able to be there. Figures, I can get a car next month, have a good job lined up if I get the car, life is looking up and was hoping to have him come back and live with me in the fall. Just hadn't realized how bad he had gotten these last few months.
It's all a blur - the trips together, watching him run around the yard barking at the tree for hours trying to get that squirrel. Sitting on my lap in the dead of winter without power and reading and listening to the radio and trying to keep him all warm.
Just a dog some would say. Maybe so. But he was much more to me. He never yelled at me. Never complained. The night I came home that mom died and collapsed crying he ran up to me and helped keep me sane.
Don't blink....
Buster and Wiggles sleeping:
Buster and baby girl, when they were both so little:
Buster and 'little man' (our cat) playing:
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