Buster was a 9 year old mutt (with some pit bull in him, which was obvious.) I adopted him at 8 weeks old, a divorced mom with two young kids, willing to take the runt. I was trying to find a way through hard times by increasing the love in our house. I'm a dog person, so Buster was my sixth dog and the first to have the devastating diagnosis of hemangiosarcoma.
Buster became my son's personal therapy dog, enriching our lives through humor, devotion, and a guileless love of life. Looking back I realize he was probably showing signs of this dread cancer 10 months ago. He was diagnosed after an abdominal ultrasound and pts a week later. We are stunned, shocked, and utterly heartbroken.
I know that time will dull the pain which is still so fresh. While it was so very hard to watch my sons experience the death of Buster, I am deeply moved by his loyalty, his sweetness, the everything he left us with. I just needed to tell my story here, with thanks to all who read it.