Written soon after he died nearly five years ago...shared now because we miss him...
And with a final wag, we bid goodbye to our precious Buster Brown, our first family pooch of nearly 16 years.
I am reminded of the story told through Marley and Me. The author, being a journalist, chronicled his dog's life through a column he wrote for the newspaper.
A dog's life.
Many live fewer years than our sweet dog. We were blessed. We know that and accept that gift with a huge amount of gratitude.
Often, after the loss of a pet, my husband expresses his sadness by saying he doesn't want any more pets...he wished he didn't have to feel such pain. But I always counter him with the fact that if we didn't have the pet we wouldn't have had the joy they brought.
Yes, it's hard. VERY hard. Sometimes it feels as if our hearts might break. But it's also beautiful.
A sweet friend reminded me that Buster lived "a long, loved life."
And he did. Always smiling. Always happy. Always grateful. (He wouldn't start eating without us patting him and saying, "You're welcome!")
I like to remember him that way.
Loved for a long time.
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