Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Leave a bone for Buster (1993-2008)
Dogster stats for Buster (1993-2008)
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Quiet time, snuggling, your food, tennis balls.
Nail clipping, anal gland expression, bathing.
Tennis balls. De-fuzzed.
He'll have what you're having.
Anywhere that has lots of vertical objects to pee on.
Super Clingy Velcro Dog, How Many Times Can We Step On Your Paws In One Day, and Keeping Feet Warm.
Buster came from the Humane Society Of Tampa Bay in the spring of 1994. The weekend after we got him, he was the featured dog-of-the-day on a TV news program. We passed by him twice in the shelter - he is small and dark and not that remarkable - but the guy who helped us recommended him, and he's been a very good dog.
Buster is clingy and easily embarrassed. He overturns garbage cans and is codependent. He's people-focused, especially the very old (who get nudged and leaned on and a head on their lap) and the very young (who are licked, gently, since they are his height). He cuddles on people when they are upset. His coat absorbs light and he is difficult to photograph. I don't know how he was concieved. Honestly, I don't WANT to know. Some things just ain't right.
Buster died on February 26th, his head cradled in my hands. I wish I could say he died painlessly, but he did not - he had been in severe pain all that night and at his age any operations or treatments would only have prolonged his suffering. But he was surrounded by people who loved him.
You gonna eat that?
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September 23rd 2007 5:31 am
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About three weeks ago I noticed that Buster was not doing so well. He's fourteen years old, after all, which is quite a lot for a dog. He's got only one good eye (courtesy of the time the little brat tunneled out from under what we *thought* was a secure fence and caught a car with his forehead), he's got harmless fatty lipomas sprouting here and there like dandelions, and over the years his formerly thick mutt muscles have slimmed considerably. He would stand around with a blank look on his face -- and although I did not know it then -- I know now that that is what a dog in pain does.
I did what any owner would do: I brought him to the vet, plopped him on the exam table, and asked what we could do to make stuff better. Oil change, tire rotation, check the fluids, so on and so forth. We walked back out of there, wallet considerably lighter, weighed down with two Sherpas worth of stuff. I had to carry it all, because Buster is old and we do not make the elderly do the heavy lifting.
I'll tell you all now: I wasn't expecting the result I got.
First on the list is a fish oil derivative (the kind I got is called OmegaMaxxx), which is red and slimy and stinks like the Bay at low tide. Fish oil is apparently good for every part of a dog -- fur, cognition, muscles, joints, the whole niner. The utter foul stinkiness of the stuff has the added benefit of making it very desirable to Buster, who absolutely hoovers his food when previously he'd turn his nose up and saunter away.
Next the good old standby: glucosamine and chondroitin supplements. Good for joints, muscles, and the easing of arthritis. These aren't as stinky as the fish oil, but Buster schnarfs 'em up all the same.
And lastly: new food! He's now chowing down on a Royal Canin mix for the elderlies. It also smells fishy (I tell you, mixing up his morning bowl is something best left for AFTER my coffee) and has the G&C in it, and other than the fish stink it smells like healthy people food. Better than what I eat, probably.
Buster is now perky, happy, bouncy, and barky. Too barky for early in the morning, but I'll take that over the blank-staring achy mutt he was before. Don't think there's nothing that can be done for your old dogses -- there's plenty we can do to make their grey-faced and grumpy years easier.
The selective deafness, however, we've all just got to put up with.
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