In Memoriam Buster

It was two years ago last Thursday that we saw Buster, the old faithful doggie and my best friend, for the last time. That is why I’d like to – as a kind of an obituary – present his curriculum vitae here:

This Is How It All Started

It was in the summer of 1999, when I was visiting here with Mary, that Buster’s mother just happened to come by as a stray, (relatively) well fed by the way and not at all neglected [quite contrary to Sally a few years later], and of course, as always with stray animals, was made feel at home by Mary, who named her “Rusty Sue” because of her colour, a reddish brown. What both of us had absolutely missed at that time that she fairly well advanced in her pregnancy. I had just returned back home to Germany and Mary and I were chatting on ICQ when Rusty Sue had her litter somewhere in the deep grass on the west side of the property and then was carrying them to a safe spot, which was under the house as that has wooden foundations with a crawl space as usual hereabouts. At that time there was an opening to get into that crawl space. Anyway, I can still vividly remember how Mary, who was watching all of that movement, was counting the little ones being carried by, and even in our chat I could kind of see her face getting longer and longer with: 1, 2, … 7, 8, 9, 10! Correct: it was ten puppies this lady had given birth to! Maybe that, namely having given birth to that many puppies and having to care for them proved too much for Rusty Sue, and she simply died of exhaustion, or maybe a poisonous snake got her there in the narrow confines of the crawl space under the house. Whichever: she died there under the house very soon after having whelped.

10 tails

Ten Wiggling Tails

But those little ones [I’m sorry I don’t have a better picture] made themselves known and came out of that space and they were barely old enough to be able to drink themselves from a bowl Mary put there. Amazingly she really managed to raise all ten of them. Eight of them she was later able to give away to acquaintances, friends and students of hers, and two she kept: Buster and his sister Ruby.


Ruby & Buster

The First Years

Both Buster and Ruby were quite inseparable and quite some rovers: they must have roamed all over Karnes County and maybe the adjacent counties, too, and sometimes they stayed away on their forays for days on end. Ruby unfortunately at the age of three was run over here on the highway in front of our property and we buried her in the back yard. If Buster kind of realized that? That the highway is dangerous, I mean? I kind of assume so because he never again even went onto this highway let alone cross it after that incident. He did like to roam about after that time still, but always on the field behind our property. And he never went on longer forays. If it was just Ruby who had enticed him to those? And he had only been tagging along for company? I seem to believe so.


A Younger Buster

Our Watchdog

Whatever: he later became a real watchdog, fiercely defending his territory, be it against a car that wanted to deliver something to the house, e.g. the UPS guy, be it against javelinas, and even against birds flying low over the property. He made it quite clear by barking furiously that he considered it his territory. But never even once did he become aggressive against any human being nor did he ever bite. But we were always happy that he looked so fierce and made a show of it. We certainly believe that it was his doing that our hose was never broken into whereas houses in the vicinity have been burglarized. We certainly hope that this will continue with Sally around. Toi, toi, toi! We assume that potential burglars case their objectives and when they see not too small a dog running around [for the first eight years of his life Buster never was inside the house] they simply choose an easier objective. What have always I assumed about Buster’s fierceness is that it was caused more by fear than by a real aggressiveness and that he would have retreated as soon as one would have come too close. But who, just seeing him running around and barking furiously, would assume that.

Buster Becomes More Trustful

As I’ve just mentioned: for the first eight years of his life he never even once entered the house, and he never allowed me to pat him, but at the slightest touch he began to whimper and drew  back, even at the times when I was here for three or more months at a time. Only later he became more and more trusting, let me pat him and followed me wherever I went on the property, looking up to me with his trusty eyes, and when I worked in the garden he simply lay down close by and watched me.


Buster & Me

In short: he became my true best friend.

best friend

My Best Friend

And at times when he was feeling unwell, he simply looked at me from below with his big eyes and I really got the idea that he just wanted to say, “I’m not feeling well at all, but I know you will help me.”

Buster gets Older

Later the he really liked to be inside. Maybe it was his age that made him do that, because in the hot summers of Texas it was easier for him, especially with his thick fur, to be inside where we have the air-conditioning running, or where it’s warmer in the winter. Well, actually with his thick fur [as far as we could determine he had quite a percentage of Chow in his bloodline] he was well equipped for winter. It was the heat of Texas summers that got to him, and that’s why we routinely had him shaved once or twice during summers.

summer fur

Buster’s Summer Haircut

With Sally …


Buster & Sally

… he was friendly from day one on, btw. There never were any problems. From the beginning it was clear who was the alpha dog. The two of them guarded the house and the property jointly. Sometimes we were afraid they might be run over when they, barking furiously, ran along with the UPS truck or other cars on our property and even crossed close in front of them, so that the drivers had to be careful not to hit them. But everything went well until …

Buster Is Gone

Until one day I was so stupid as to fire a gun at a raccoon while they were just next to me. When they heard the repeated shots they just panicked and flew away as fast as theior legs would carry them. It was only Sally who returned after a few hours, but Buster never returned.

As I said in the posting about his disappearance: I can only assume that he either ran into a horde of javelinas or that, on a very hot summer day and he with his thick fur [he hadn’t been shaved yet then] and at his age all that excitement and exertion became to much for him and he suffered from a heat stroke. Actually I think the javelinas are the more likely possibility as Sally, when she returned, had a small wound on her back thzat had the marks of a javelina’s tooth and as they had run away in the direction of a known lair of javelinas close by. Talking of javelinas: Buster had had an encounter with them before that nearly cost his life. At that time they had mauled him so badly [15 deep wound on his back and his flank] that it was touch-and-go and our vet barely managed to save him. We assume that they must have cornered him in a place where he could not escape, because normally he would fiercely bark at them, but always retreat to the safety of either the front or the back porch of the house where they would not follow him whenever they came too close.


What neither Buster nor Sally have ever learned, btw, is retrieving something. Whenever you threw a piece of wood or a ball away with them looking at it/you and expected them to dash off and fetch it, they just kept looking at you uncomprehendingly as if they wanted to say, “We’re no idiots. You throw that piece of wood away, you run and fetch it yourself!”

What Buster at some time, though, started to do – for which reasons we don’t know – was to walk down to the cattle guard, grab the newspaper and bring it to the house. Sometimes he hid it and seemed to be very pleased with himself when I had to search for it and sometimes couldn’t find it. But sometimes he left it at the front or back porch and his face looked as if he was proud of his accomplishment. And of course he always got his reward – a nice and chewy bone. We have never found out, though, what made him go and get the paper. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. And it was also not at a certain time but at quite variable ones, and definitely not when he saw the newspaper being delivered. It was just when the thought occurred to him for whatever reason.


Our 4-Legged Newspaper Boy

Well, it is now more than two years that he disappeared and I still miss him and, beyond all reason, sometimes still hope he’ll be there, wagging his tail, when I drive up.

Um diesen Beitrag in Deutsch zu lesen, hier klicken.

Everything Buster:

For more postings about Buster, check “Alles über Buster” on my German-language blog.

37 responses to “In Memoriam Buster

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  2. Ein sehr bewegender Bericht. Schnief. Unfassbar dass Deine Frau alle Welpen groß bekommen hat. Bei so vielen und ohne die Hündin wirklich nicht einfach. Schade, dass seine Schwester so jung gestorben ist und Ihr ihn nie wieder gesehen habt, nachdem er vor Schreck davon lief 😦 Auch wenn er so viele Jahre gebraucht hat um Vertrauen aufzubauen – und ein behagliches (und gekühltes!) Heim schätzen zu lernen.. Ich bin mir sicher er hatte ein sehr gutes Leben bei Euch. Warum sonst hätte er die Zeitung bringen sollen? 😀

    Buster passt bestimmt weiter von oben auf Euch auf. Zusammen mit all den anderen tollen Fellnasen, die ein wunderschönes Leben bei Euch hatten ❤

    Liebe Grüße

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  4. How lucky you were to have had a dog that you loved and who loved you back.

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  6. A lovely tribute to a beautiful friend. He was meant to be a part of your life, as you were meant to be part of his.

  7. A sad and touching story about a real personality. Losing a dog is like losing a good friend and family member…

  8. What a touching post. Buster was special. We had a Chow who disappeared when someone left our back gate open, and it was terrible now knowing what happened to him. I like to assume that someone picked him up and gave him a loving home, as he was incredibly friendly when not in our yard. We have owned a couple of chows, and they would NEVER think of chasing a stick or a ball – I mean – would you?

    • Hi Terry,
      Thanks for taking your time to stop by visiting my blog and leaving a comment. 🙂 And thanks for your kind words. I would really like to think that Buster found a new home somewhere, but I don’t believe so. We asked all our neighbours, walked and drove around here and in town, but no sign at all.
      As to chasing a stick or ball: I agree. I wouldn’t either.
      Have a great Sunday,

  9. Oh my, what a touching, sad and beautiful story which brought tears to my eyes. Buster was an angel and I’m so sorry for your loss. RIP Buster.

    • Hi Madeleine,
      Thanks for having taken your time to stop by visiting my blog and leaving a comment. 🙂 And thanks for sour kind words re Buster.
      Best regards from southern Texas,

  10. I am so sorry to what happened to Buster. Love the way your site is set-up. A translator in English. How did you do it?

    • Thanks for your kind words re Buster and the blog. As to how I did it in English? Well, I just translate or rather, render in English, what I write on my German-language blog []
      best regards from southern Texas,

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  12. Pit, so sorry Buster is gone. I know how much it hurts to lose a beloved pet-friend. Buster sounds like a magnificent soul.

    • Hi Kathleen,
      Thanks for your kind words. Buster truly was a magnificent soul. I like to think he’s in some eternal happy hunting grounds now.
      Take care, and have a great weekend,

  13. I am terribly sorry for you lost of your best friend. What a cutie pie he was…we lost our furry friend from breast cancer years ago. Still miss her all the time…I understand.

  14. There is always one that never leaves our mind.. .

  15. A heart-moving story and I’m really overwhelmed by that kind of friendship between you and Buster. May he rest in peace.


    • Thanks for your kind words. I hope he’s now roaming the “eternal happy hunting grounds”.
      Best regards from southern Texas, and have a great weekend,

  16. He may be playing with Grouik at the Bridge…

    • Hi Texas,
      yes, maybe they’re playing together. Buster was really fond of and freindly to other animals, all our cats included. Well, friendly as long as he didn’t see them as intruders into his territory. I like to think that he’s now in his “eternal happy hunting grounds”.
      Best regards from southern Texas, and have a great weekend,

  17. Sounds like he was a wondeful pet!

  18. I am so sorry again. Buster was a very beautiful dog and he was obviously much loved. Not all dogs have that chance in their life. You brought him love, friendship and the comfort he could want and he became your friend too.
    Sending you virtual hugs.

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