July 31, 2003

Dog Gone, I Miss Him

We walked along with our berry buckets tied at our waists. Ann reminded me how Buster used to love to go with us on these trips. While we were picking the high ones, he would be eating the lower ones right off the canes. Silly vegetarian dog. He gagged on bones and we had to throw them away, but he stood salivating while we fixed a salad, waiting for pieces of carrot or the big, thick stem of the broccoli. I still catch myself setting such favorite things aside for him. When I get out a new stick of butter, I half expect to see his ears perk up because he knew he would get to lick off the wrapper. Buster is still very much with us in our daily routine, not to mention his reminders in the eternal black hair that still turns up in our socks and lodges between the pavers out the back door. We'll get another dog soon, but there'll never be another Buster.

Posted by fred1st at July 31, 2003 05:53 AM | TrackBack

my pretty 17 year old puppy dies almost 2 years ago, I still get misty-eyed...

My new puppy Teena is nuts about veggies and raw potatos and lettuce. But she'll never turn down meat.

Posted by: Another Dave at July 31, 2003 08:32 AM

my ancient pup is still with us. we shaved him the other day though and boy is he thin and wobbly and pitiful looking. he's still happy and active though but tires very easily. i'm afraid he'll not see another christmas. makes me very sad.

Posted by: bud at July 31, 2003 08:50 AM

Sad, Fred.
but there must be a time when small reminders stop hurting and are comforting - as traces.
I fear this too - the absence, the routine rations, the landmarks and the black hair everywhere. Best wishes.
(and Doug loves his fruit and salad veggies too - almost more as a very old dog.)

Posted by: boynton at July 31, 2003 10:09 AM

Never ever another Buster...but possibly one who might make you laugh more and steal your heart all the same.

Posted by: Da Goddess at August 3, 2003 01:04 AM

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