Tuesday, February 27, 2018


I'M STOKED TO BE IN NY FOR MY 60TH, BUT IT APPEARS BUSTER IS NEARING THE END

She still goes outside, but not quite to the grass.  She has benign tumors all over her body.  The large one which I had removed several years back is growing back above the old one.  She knows the key words like out and treat.  She is nearly blind, and is very hard of hearing.

Some days she gets stuck and is unable to get up.  The 81 mg aspirin is all she gets. Once it kicks in she is fine.  She will be 16 in August.  She seems more scared than anything else not being able to see or hear well.  She is still amazing with children.

But there are times her breathing is so heavy I'm just waiting for the end.  I have a team to take care of her while I am gone.  She would not like the kennel.  If she is going to pass I want her to to pass at home.

Her heart is strong, but not strong enough for surgery.  I would rather she pass before Friday than when I am in NY.  Tomorrow I will sign the paperwork for the cremation while I am gone if she passes. 

Dogs are the best medicine in the world.  I cannot imagine being in my mid 70's caring for dogs, but I know me, within a few months I will be at the pound looking for two new dogs.  For dogs lovers our life is empty without dogs.

Keaton was the alpha so Buster and I never really had a lot of one on one time.  But these last few years has been just the two of us. 

She is spoiled.  She knows how to get me to hug and caress her for long periods of time and how to get a treat on demand - like when the phone rings or my roommate is talking with me.


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