I've been slow about getting our vow renewal trip report up but I will get it up this week, I promise. You see, exactly one week before we left for Vegas, we lost our boy Buster very suddenly. He turned 10 on St. Patrick's Day. We almost lost him last September when he became very ill with liver disease but thankfully we got that controlled with meds. On Mother's Day, cancer reared it's ugly head in a big way, bone cancer, and we just could not put him through anything more. It wasn't real when we left, it happened so quickly, and we are thankful for a happy diversion and celebration with friends and we enjoyed every minute. Since returning, it is very real. I started to write a trip report a few days ago....but went here instead. My BBoy, 3 weeks and 3 days or 3 years and 3 months. It won't change my sweetest boy; there will always be a deep void in my everyday world because you are no longer here but there will never be a void in my heart because you have filled it so completely. You have filled it with a love, devotion, joy and loyalty I didn't know or couldn't believe existed until you taught me. You were special and we knew it right from that first day. We decided to become pup parents to a Labradoodle. We wanted a boy. The "breeder" brought out somewhere around 10 males. I zero'd in on the least likely shedder based on his coat and picked him up. Well, you were having none of that.....you wiggled your way in there effectively getting rid of the pup I held. You snuggled on my lap and and laid some world class smooches on Daddy. Every time another pup approached, you shoo'd them off, snuggled me and kissed Daddy. The deal was sealed. You chose us and we are the luckiest people ever because you did. We high-tailed it out of there before I took a few kids with me too. It was a Mennonite "breeder" and the young children with old soul eyes were breaking my heart. It wasn't until the ride home when checking the paperwork that we realized you were only a little over 6 weeks old....too soon to be weaned but no way you were going back. I am thankful that on that day we weren't better educated. Thank you for picking me to be your Mommy. Your love affair with grass began on the drive home and never ended. We soon realized the "breeder" was only a step above a puppy mill and you'd probably never stepped on grass until the ride home. Oh how you loved it. It translated into a potty trained pup from day 1. You learned right away grass was for potty. You were brilliant right from the start. You were such a good boy! You taught me to tell your Daddy his memory was faulty ever so subtly. You were born on St.Patrick's Day we learned on the drive home. We toyed with some Irish names, Reilly was the likely choice. We had a long drive. First you pooped on me. Next you puked on me. I said "Hey Buster, enough of that" then said......"perfect name, Buster". Your Daddy tells it differently but you were there BBoy; I was there, we know the truth. You'd always back me up; you were such a good boy! You taught me joy. Just watching you love and appreciate the simplest things always lifted my spirit. It was impossible to be in a bad mood in your presence for long; you'd immediately lift it. "You know what you need Mommy? A good walkie". You were right. Watching that prancey butt as we'd start our walk, seeing the world through your eyes....bad mood? Gone! You could always "Ninja mind trick" your Daddy into a walkie. Did I tell you enough? Did I show you enough? You were such a good boy! You taught me to love and appreciate so many simple things I never noticed until there was you. True, I can't appreciate them all the way you did because a 55-yr old woman rolling around on a really lush lawn seems to be frowned upon, but trust me BBoy, I'd do it Buster style if a competency hearing wouldn't be involved. To those of you who had a lawn my Buster enjoyed, kudos! He loved a well manicured lawn. Buster, you were such a good boy! You taught me the comfort of always having your best friend nearby. I never had to shower or pee alone from the day we became family. You always innately had the decency to let us alone to do "the paperwork". You were such a good boy! You taught me there are no strangers, only friends I haven't met yet. Everyone was your friend. In Barrie, some neighbours took to calling you The Mayor of Ruffet. I remember going to a walk-in clinic in Barrie and a lady came up to me and asked "are you Buster's Mom?". That made me smile....and proud because you were just the friendliest guy, my boy. Buster, you were such a good boy! You taught me patience. You rolled with whatever life tossed your way. During your long recovery after your TPLO surgery, your whole world changed but you just went with it and every new freedom along that journey brought you joy. I am so thankful I had retired so we could take that journey together. I look out the window now to the bench in the park where we sat for so many hours during that time and I feel comforted by it. Did I tell you enough, did I show you enough? Did you know how loved you were? You were such a good boy! You taught me compassion. During times of true sorrow or illness, you would never leave my side. We held hands. Your head in my lap, your paw in my hand, you'd sigh deeply as though my pain had become your own. At those times, my tears would fall on your sweet head and I wasn't alone. I had you and you had me. Thank you for all the times you comforted me. Did I show you enough how truly blessed I was to have you? You were such a good boy! You taught me to live in the moment. You held no grudges, no ill will.....every moment was a new beginning. Did you know how lucky I was to have you as my boy? Did I show you enough? You were such a good boy! You taught me unconditional love. I don't know if we mere mortals can ever achieve it among ourselves......but I know what it looks like and feels like because of you; everything about you was love. You were such a good boy! You taught me to be brave. You had soldiered on for us so it seemed to happen so quickly. Every selfish part of me wanted to keep you here. Mother's Day and I had to let you go my sweetest boy. It plays over and over again in my mind. You were brave, so brave, your head in my lap, your paw in my hand. You never left my side and I would never leave yours. Even then, it felt like you were trying to comfort me. You went so peacefully; it still doesn't seem real. Your face, that sweet beautiful face......you looked like a puppy again. You were such a good boy! You taught me that grief is the price of love but it is a price worth paying. I wouldn't trade a minute with you to not feel that now. For every tear shed, you brought a thousand smiles. You were joy, joy! And oh, you were such a good boy! Thank you for picking me to be your Mommy. We will be reunited at the Rainbow Bridge. You were such a good boy! Mommy loves!