Loss of "Goober"

"Goober"

Well, it has now been 6 months since we have lost "Goober". We believe someone has taken him. Rumor has it someone(s) have been taking pure bred pets around our area and selling them down in Nashville somewhere for animal testing. There have been several pets come up missing in the last 6 months from our area. We see 'lost pet' or 'missing' signs posted everywhere.

Its sad that people take away from other peoples family. It's almost like losing a family member. God is watching them...they will get their 'Just-reward' for what they have done someday.

"Goofball Goober"

"Buster & Goober"


We miss "Goober" very very much. He was a big goofball of a basset. He had an extra long tongue that stuck out ALL the time and was an extremely friendly and loving pet. He was a beautiful Lemon/White basset...(which is why our "Dodger" was mistaken for him all this time) when we posted "Goober" missing. We got him when he was 4 months old and "Buster" was 4 years old. "Goober" was the Hoss' of the litter! You can look at his picture and see that!! He was an extremely sweet basset. We sure miss him.



"Goober & Buster"

We felt it was in God's plan to adopt "Dodger" when the humane society called me and told me they thought they might have "Goober". Well, after recieving several calls from people who thought it was are "Goober" ,we were led to "Dodger" EVERY SINGLE TIME! "Dodger" was a 'roamer' and had been for evedently all 4 years of his life. So we felt it was God's way of comforting our "Buster" who missed "Goober" so terribly, he was pining for him and stopped eating and playing, and the Lord wanted to give "Dodger" a good permanant and loving home.

"Dodger" was used to roaming and "Buster" always stayed at the house so we had to pin "Dodger" up at night and let him out during the day. We didn't have to worry about "Buster" running off so we didn't need to pin him up...(so I thought) until coyotees attacked him...anyway, "Buster" always slept by the pin so he could be near "Dodger". He was such a sweet dog.

"Buster" perked right up within 10 minutes after we brought "Dodger" home. They became inseperable immediately, just like he did with "Goober". . . but after just 2 months of adopting "Dodger"... the coyotees got our precious "Butster". "Dodger" watched the entire thing and barked all night long trying to let us know something happened. We thought he was barking at a rabbit. ( He does that alot.) ...We found "Buster" that next morning right in our front yard. It was a HORRIBLE day. I will never forget it. "Dodger" pined and stopped eating and playing after "Buster" died. Soooo...we got a Husky/Malimute puppy my husband named "Bo" (short for "Bocefus" , you know, 'Hank Williams Jr.' ? ), introduced them, and they get along GREAT! "Dodger" is happy again.

After getting "Bo", I tried not to get another basset. I really tried. but I missed my "Buster" so terribly much, I told my husband I wanted to get another one. But instead of getting just one, we now have 2 more basset puppies. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF!! THEY WERE SOOOOO CUTE!!! I couldn't decide on the little boy or the little girl, soooo...I GOT BOTH!!!

I will introduce you to them in my next post! So check back!

"In Loving Memory" of my precious 'Buster'

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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That fateful night...

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'.