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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>They called for me to receive Buster's ashes
finally today, along with the lock of his fading, red fur and paw prints. They
also gave me a remembrance book which I read and cried. I haven't decided
whether I will keep his ashes or later spread them along his favorite outdoor
places.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2> He enjoyed our petting spot at the bench
under a big tree in the back yard, and always liked to sniff around the swing
set after our granddaughter had visited. He loved children and especially her.
She told him how sweet he was and how much she loved him and let him smooch
her as she crowded into his bed with him.He had several favorite
indoor spots. He loved the big, front window from where he ruled
the street out in front of our house. He enjoyed the spot in front of the fire
place where I gave him neck scratches and belly rubs and told him all the sweet
nothings he seemed to enjoy hearing. Then of course, he appreciated the circle
rug where he would sit in the kitchen to get his treats. Then there was the cozy
place on the floor for his bed at the foot of our bed where he slept most of the
night until he let me know he was ready to get up and stretch his short legs and
have some water and go potty. The cool tile at the back door was where he waited
for Daddy to come home in the evening and often dozed at night before
I woke him and took him and his bed back to my room. He loved the call to go to
bed at night. He was so ready to go to his room when the family was ready to
sleep.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It has been 11 days since we said goodbye to him at
the vet's office. Now that I can keep my promise to always come back for him, we
can try to say our goodbyes back here at his home that he loved, with the family
that he loved. I never loved anything like I loved that sweet, old,
hound dog. </FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>