In loving memory of my precious "Buster"
Your Pet In Heaven
by Ken D. Conover
To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all. For all of the
times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the
love that I so unconditionally gave to you. For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly. For
all of these things I am grateful and thankful.
I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched
each others lives. My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as
my FRIEND.
Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers
and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures. I can run, jump, play and do all of
the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever. You
live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique. Don't
hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live
forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are.
Your Pet In Heaven
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On Thursday, July 10, 2008, I lost my precious Buster. Coyotes had attacked and killed him right in our front yard the day before my 40 birthday. It could not have been a worst day.
My husband went to take the trash can to the road that early morning and saw Buster laying in the front yard and thought he was asleep. When he told him "morning", Buster didn't move. He went over to him and then ran into the house hollering that Buster is dead. My son and I jumped right out of bed and ran out to him.
The coyotes had ripped his collar off in tact and it lay about 4 feet from his still body. He had puncture wounds all over him and evidently had been attacked some time the night before. We all cried and cried but I think I cried the most. He was my most favorite dog I have ever had in my entire life.
Buster chose me when he was just 5 weeks old and he would have been 9 years old.
He was the most precious, gentle, calm, happy, and loving dog I had ever seen. Every time I come out side, he would come to me and I'd say, " You're my most favoritest puppy in the whole world." Then I would sit down and he liked to nudge his nose under my arm because he liked it being around him. We would sit there in the peace and stillness and enjoy each others company.
My son adored him...
The Dance
by Tony Arata
Looking back on the memory of the dance we shared, beneath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right, how ws I to know that you'd ever say goodbye?
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held everything, for a moment, wasn't I the king?
If I'd onl known how the king would fall hey who's to say, you know I might have changed it all.
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance.
"The Dance"
I will always cherrish the 9 wonderful years I had with my precious 'Buster'.
In loving memory of my precious "Buster"
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