Dedicated to Buster
They found him at the no-kill
shelter
A cute gray Schnauzer
mix.
Though many other doggies were
there
His personality chose
them quick.
There was nothing that he feared.
He was a feisty little guy.
He became their baby in the home
And on their love he did
rely.
When his owner came home
Patted his chest with his hands,
Buster would run and leap so high
Into his arms he would
land.
Whenever anyone was
eating
Like a little chipmunk he would
sit.
If you ignored him - he'd
make a noise
To tell you he wanted a
little bit.
One Saturday morning they
noticed
Something was wrong with his
skin
As it had turned a purplish color
So they called the vet and took
him in.
A few days later, Buster was
not responding.
He wouldn't eat or drink from
their hand.
He had
IV's of antibiotics and steroids.
His owner said do everything
you can.
The vet didn't know what
was wrong.
He ran many tests that might
tell.
Buster's little body developed
lesions
As his joints started to
swell.
He developed a condition in his
heart.
His owners stopped by twice a
day
To love him, touch him, feed him
Each time they had to walk
away.
Now they couldn't take him home at
night
As the IV's were keeping him
alive.
They would not think of leaving
him
Even though Christmas was nigh.
One week later on a Saturday
afternoon
From the vet's office
they received a call.
They knew something was
wrong.
There
was nothing more they
could do at all.
He fought hard to stay with his
loved ones
But, he was not theirs to
keep.
He was suffering .... all
hope was gone
So they had to put him to
sleep.
Their hearts were torn apart
After having him for almost
nine years
There would never be
another
As they shed their heartfelt
tears.
Poem by Carol
Barton
Copyright 2004 ~ Carol Barton
Buster will truly
be missed by many who loved him.
You see ........
he was my grandpuppy.
The vet asked to do an
autopsy but found no definite answer to the cause.
It showed
the vasculitis all over his skin was also effecting his internal
organs.
