Friday, July 29, 2011
Buster Brown was my chow-chow/golden retriever dog mix who recently passed away for an unknown reason. He was close to ten years of age and still full of life. He was my best friend and one of the best dogs I have ever known.
What better way to wake up then to have your dog lying next to your bed, and standing up and wagging his tail when you whisper “Buster!”? This was one of two ways Buster would greet me in the morning. The other? He would wait at the bottom of the stairs and I would look over the landing and joyfully say his name and wait for him to look up at me with his big brown eyes and wag his tail and wait for me to walk down the stairs to pet him.
If I was the first one up and awake, I would go into the office room and sit on the couch and turn on the TV. Then, Buster would plop down beside me and stare at me until I pet him. If I was unlucky enough to wake up last, I would watch TV in the living room and Buster would hop up on his chair across from me and we would watch TV together.
During the day, Buster Brown would follow me around often, especially if I had some food. He would just sit next to me and stare at me. Or he would just lie near me. Either way, he was always near me throughout the day. If I ever left the house, Buster would follow me to the door and stand there, staring at me as I said, “Peace out, home dog.” After I got back, I would be stalked for the rest of the day.
At night, when all was calm and I was ready for bed, Buster would follow me up the stairs and into my room. He would sniff around the room like something had maybe changed from the night before. Then he would find his way to the rug next to my bed, sit and wait for me to pet him and say goodnight. He would lie down and I would listen to him breathing as we both fell asleep.
Buster Brown. Always in my heart.