In Memory

"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."
-Will Rogers 

Buster Brown
aka Bubba Man
Beside this beautiful lady (my sister, Jessica) is the first real and true love of my life, Buster Brown, aka Bubba Man.  He will always hold the title as "the worst dog in the world" and it's meant very affectionately. My family and I loved him and lived for him every single day. The amount of laughter, silliness and frustration that he brought to our lives can not be measured on any type of scale. From stepping in his urine on the kitchen floor almost daily, to his love of playing ball for hours, to his love of snuggling behind our legs on the couch, his dynamic personality ruled our house. His greatest loves were protecting us from each other (long story), going for his nightly walk, bananas and Noxema (yes the face cream). But his greatest quirk of all was his deep and passionate and long running love affair with the vacuum cleaner. For him there was no other. For us, there will never be another Buster Brown. We love you Bubba and miss you every single day. My greatest sadness is that my boys will never get to know you. Rest easy, boy. ~KS


Chester, the little black dog with the Big Heart of Gold  got his angel wings today.... 
He came into my life in the spring of 1999 as a little scraggly neglected bundle of  black fur, his owners  trying to find him a new home because of allergies in the family....a little vet care and TLC  soon turned Chester into  the most lovable, happy  - and possibly slightly spoiled- little companion. He never met  anyone he didn't like and  in return everyone who met him loved him back...he made lots of friends and was convinced that every visitor to our home  had come especially to see him.
He lost his hearing a couple of years ago, then  his eyesight, but that little nose still worked! Food left anywhere within reach, even in a closed bag, was fair game ....
Sadly,  Chester's kidneys started failing and when all the wonders of modern vet medicine couldn't make him feel better anymore, we made that painful decision to help him  on his journey to the  Next World, grateful for ten wonderful years we  had together. 


A Beautiful Spirit
Ginger was a pug and cattle dog mix and was 19 years old when she passed earlier this summer. She was just so darn cute. I adopted her when she was about 16 years old after my dear sister Laurie passed away. I’ve known her since she was a puppy and always loved her. When I became her owner she was hard of hearing and had limited vision for quite some time. However, up until the near end of her life she loved to take walks, ambling along slowly and occasionally surprising us by breaking into a fairly rapid gallop! The past 18 months she experienced nerve damage in her hind quarters which made it increasingly difficult and painful to get up from the floor. We tried various medications which stabilized her for a while but brought on side effects, most notably incontinence.
The downtown park in Campbell, Calif. was her all-time favorite place for a walk in this area. She just loved it there. And, I loved taking her for walks there because she moved slowly and it made ME slow down, which was a good thing.
Ginger was a rare dog. She was so polite – yes polite – she was so gentle and would never, ever do anything without my permission. This included waiting by the front door before coming outside until I let her know that it was okay. She loved traveling in the car and I pretty much took her everywhere since she enjoyed it and I felt uneasy leaving her for long periods of time alone. She was just the sweetest and most loving companion one could ever wish for. People of all ages loved Ginger. She had a very healing quality about her and, in fact, a hospice nurse friend of ours suggested that we take her to visit cancer patients so that they could pet her. Ginger’s sweetness was the direct result of her previous life with my sister. My sister and Ginger were nearly inseparable and my sister’s nature was very mellow and compassionate.
Towards the very end of her life she was nearly unable to get up off the floor, and was urinating frequently in the house…which just wasn’t like her. One vet said she was in “serious” distress. Seeing her slow down and stop eating was so hard. Selfishly I really wanted her to hang around forever. But, I finally decided to let her have some dignity and let her go. It was a grueling decision that I wish I didn't have to make.

We miss her terribly. I have purchased a rose bush and will soon be putting her ashes in them so that her beauty and spirit will live on. ~Vicky

"I just lost my Queensland Heeler, Shiloh. She was a rescue - she was 14. It'll be 2 weeks on Sunday (8/16/09)." Aimee

When asked about taking in another dog, Aimee said, "...not sure my other dog is ready for a new housemate." Her other dog is Astro, shown above.

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