Gone

We lost Buster last night. He was our 6 year old Shar-Pai who had lymphoma. We thought he was holding his own, but when I got home last night he apparently had either a stroke or an aneurysm. Raced him to the vet, but the damage was irreversible and he lapsed into a coma and passed away at 7:15 last night. I stayed with him for a good hour - holding him and loving him. Then I wished him a good journey across the Rainbow Bridge, kissed him, took a photo with him, and I came home to let the girls (Stormy & Daisy) know what had happened and that their brother was in heaven. Rough night - after two strong vodka tonics I finally was able to sleep. Today, I am sad. Mourning the loss of a beautiful little soul - one that was taken way too soon. I am so so thankful that we had more time with him than we originally thought. Our vet, Rosemary Branson, is the one responsible for his longevity (which by any means was still short - only diagnosed in April).... Buster lived (and died) knowing how very much he was loved. And you know what, he loved us back. Until the end and beyond.... See you at the bridge one of these days buddy - tell Sunny Girl we said hi and we love her too. Take care of her there - and wait for us.... <

> We love you.