Chows are mean dogs.. that’s what people say all the time. I heard it from grooming salons many times. Psh.. tell Buster that. Buster was a Sharpei/Chow mix.. and he was the biggest teddy bear I ever met. I originally got Buster when someone broke into my daughter’s bedroom. He was to be our protector, guard dog, companion. Well, he was whole-heartedly a companion. A guard dog? Not so much, lol. He was a lover, not a fighter. And he loved in a big capacity. I was ignorant in choosing him. He was a BIG dog.. and although my apartment manager originally made an exception due to “the incident”, after just over a year, it was determined he was too big. In all fairness to him, he was. Even though the apartment was not small, it was not big enough and did not have a yard for him to run and roam. The hard decision was made and Buster found his new home with my uncle. He has been a loving, gentle companion to my uncle for the last 8 years. And he warmly welcomed us each and every time we visited, ready to be bombarded with hugs and love. I was awoken this morning by a phone call from my ‘ex’ (long story) who lives with my uncle… “Buster died last night. He died in his sleep.” silence… ok, thanks for the call, we’ll talk later.. and I hung up. To tell my boys and my sister, who were all right there wondering why the call at 6:15 in the morning? There’s never a good time for news like that… so we all go on with our day, distracted by the flits of memory that will pass through our mind. The memories, the ‘pictures’ in our heads of a dog we loved and who loved back larger than life.
We will miss you, Buster Brown Bear. ♥
