I’m having such a difficult time making sense of the past few days. Our beloved Buster who we rescued with another couple almost six years ago passed over the rainbow bridge yesterday morning in the comfort of our living room, nestled on the softest blankets we could find, with all the cheese a dog could want. It all happened so quickly. One minute he appeared fine, the next he suffered from a series of seizures that began this weekend. One ER vet visit later it was determined that a transfusion may benefit him, but maybe not. We read between the lines. His age (which we were never really sure of since we had adopted him as a senior) was a factor as well as the idea that we were prolonging the inevitable.
Yesterday morning, Bryan took Buster out to pee. From upstairs I heard him say that Buster had another seizure. I found the two of them curled in a ball on the living room rug. My heart broke in a million pieces when I heard Bryan sob. In all the years we’ve dated, I’ve never heard him cry and it still tears me apart to think about. While we all shared our own unmistakable bond with this wonderful pup, Bryan and Buster had something extra special, and I know he needs time to grieve properly.
I keep worrying that he doesn’t know how much I loved him. Thank God for his other momma because together we grieve and share texts and photos and videos. Bryan is processing in his own way and I know to give him space until he’s ready. Molly’s bf went to a Judaica for a Yahrzeit candle and it melts my heart to know how much we all loved and cared for the little stinker.
Buster, as much as it pains us to live in a world without you, we couldn’t bear to see you suffer. And so, while we process your loss here on earth, I hope you are dancing in the clouds, eating all the meat your vegetarian parents didn’t give you, and living your best life, pain free.
We love you forever, Buster.