Our friends, Jean and Danny, who adopted Buster, my late friend John’s West Highland Terrier, had to put him down yesterday in the face of a diagnosis of a massive cancerous tumor in his intestines. They checked with more than one vet, they ran around like crazy people trying to save him. He couldn’t eat, he was in pain. They are heartbroken and so am I. Everyone in their family is crying -- three kids, mom and dad, and Daisy, the dachshund. In six short months Buster had become a treasured member of their family giving them love and laughs as he played with Daisy and did doggy things. I am grateful that he had a loving family to take care of him in these last sad months since John died.

I am crying too.

xx, Teal