Mom is going to take over my blog since she needs to share about Buster.
Wanda here. I hope this posting will have some continuity, but I can't promise it. I am going to talk about THE gold standard of cats, Buster. I haven't been able to blog about his death, and I need to talk about him.
I went to look at cats at a local rescue. There was something very special about this ginger cat, something palpable in the air. Buster came home with me. That night he jumped into bed with us, purring and being a happy drooler. He knew we were now his people, and he was watching over us.
The kibble bowl always needed to be full. It was one of his insecurities. Buster would round me up and direct me to the bowls in the basement if there was only 1/4 of bowl full. It was years before he became confident enough that we always had the kibble for him.
As I said, Buster was a happy drooler. I can't tell you how many pieces of clothing he "sogged" up. I wouldn't trade that for anything. It made my heart so glad that he could show he appreciation.
I got another cat from the same rescue. Nelson was cage bound for 9 months. Buster showed him the ropes of being a cat, including how to clean butts properly. They played in the vertical blinds. Oh, what I would give to hear that again.
Buster was a menace to the rodentia population. Mice, chipmunks, moles, bunnies, and squirrels were no match for the mighty hunter. My husband who had never been around cats could not believe what a prodigious hunter Buster was. It worked out very well. Buster ate most of his prey, leaving a bit of innards in the yard. Hubby's dog wiould find the innards and role on them. The dog then needed a bath, hubby's job. I praised the cat. Talk about a circle of life!
Buster was a philosopher and understood humanese. He would listen when our cousin or myself would talk. All it took was one look from Buster, and we knew what he was thinking.
I am sorry, but I can't go on. I am crying too much.
Buster was laid to rest August 23, 2011 after losing a battle with kidney failure. He told me it was time since he peed on the carpet. He was so embarrassed - his first mistake.
I can't seem to upload these pics. sorry
Buster (head over chair) and Nelson
Buster with scape on nose after a set to with the Black Marauder
His Professional photo
Buster in our garden
We are crying for Buster too. Take your time grieving for him. He had a wonderful life. Treasure every moment. *soft paw*
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss Wanda. He sounds like a mancat for sure, but a sweet one in his own endearing way. You are allowed to cry dear friend - you have to let it out. You did a wonderful thing by giving him a home for so many years, now he's at peace and will not have to endure all the painful treatments that go with kidney disease. M is sending you hugs.
ReplyDeleteBuster sownds like teh most speshalist kitteh *softpaw*
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about Buster. He sounds like one very special cat. *healing purrs and hugs*
ReplyDeleteSweet Buster, I know he's at the bridge with Rudy and Inigo.
ReplyDeleteWe are so sorry to hear about Buster..our hearts go out to you!
ReplyDeleteLove, Preston, Elvis, and the Rents