Notice the tumor on his ear. Doc said he also had heart disease. He was blind, and deaf at the end, but he could sniff me and he knew his mama!
These words from my sweet friend Jenny, brought me comfort.
Buster has been going down hill for a while. I struggled because I didn't want to shorten his life, but then, I couldn't stand to see him suffer... He had a good life, I didn't want him to have a painful death. I prayed for God to let me know. Last night, I had a dream that he was suffering and woke up to Buster panting. He was fine, but the next morning, his legs kept slipping out from under him. He was ready to go. It was the affirmation I needed. Everyone in the family has been telling me it's time for a while, but I couldn't do it. Boy's offered multiple times because they couldn't stand to see him suffer. They knew I wasn't strong enough, so they took him on Wednesday. They said it was so peaceful, he just fell asleep. They said, We should have the same compassion on humans when they are painfully suffering an incurable illness. We have all cried... and then cried some more. I went to Emma's Thanksgiving Day feast at school right after they put him down and embarrassingly cried like a baby. Poor Emma! But it has spurred some great talks with all my kids... Still hurting and missing my sweet Butter...
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