My First Blog Post

How did this all start? For me, it was a cancer prognosis for Buster. About six months prior to his passing, I took Buster to the vet. It was during this visit that our vet told us Buster had cancer. The details are a blur now., with one exception. Buster’s time could now be measured in weeks now instead of months or years.

We also knew that Buster was getting near the end of his time. Per PetMD, an American Cocker Spaniel lives between 12 to 15 years. By the time we received his cancer diagnosis, Buster was at 15 years. So we knew his time was ending, but you still don’t want to face that end.

The next few months the main focus was ensuring Buster had quality of life as well as keeping him as comfortable as possible. So in the evenings while he was snoring on my lap (it’s amazing how loud dogs can snore), I started to imagine what his next life, or afterlife, would be like. I started to sketch out ideas. For some reason, this process helped. It sure didn’t stop the grief when his time came for him and his beloved stuffed toy, Mr Spider, transitioned to the Rainbow Bridge, but it did help.