Buster Has Left Us

Broken Up

I have sad news to report. Buster, one of my star blog subjects and our pet, has passed away. He had bone cancer. We had no idea his occasional limp was that dire. 

A fella told me there is this Danish saying that says, if you bring a dog into your life, you bring sorrow into your life. This is not a direct quote.

I say, our pets don’t live long enough. An increased life span should be mandatory. 

I think Buster might have been an humanitarian and it will be difficult to replace Buster.
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You know, I’m often tempted to write another blog about the great communication systems we all suffer through.

For example, I’ve been trying to get hold of people to talk to about getting a dog.

​“You have reached, blah, blah, blah. If you want to reach blah, press one, press two if you want to reach blah, blah, press three if you want to reach, blah, blah blah.”
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I press the required number.

Upside Down World

“We are unable to come to the phone right now, but if you would like to leave a message, blah, blah, blah.”

​So I think that logic, practicality and the ones and zeros in everyone’s magical rectangles and squares can only lead a person so far. There are so many things in this universe that are out there and if you look and listen they often tell you a different story from the practical ones.

​“We are too rational……All that is best is unconscious or superconscious.”
                       Thomas Merton

Uisage Ban Falls

A few days before Buster died, I went for a bike ride with a couple of friends. We biked from Judique to outside Port Hastings. 

End Of Trail Near Port Hastings

Most of us know how intelligent crows can be. You see them on the road and just before they’re about to get flattened by a vehicle they casually step over the white line and into safety. Do they know the rules of the road?

​A fella told me that crows will jump up and down on the ground so that the dew worms think it’s raining out. The poor worms will slither out of their holes to do what worms do when they slither out of their holes. Zap!

Vincent & Shane Taking A Bike Hike Break

Bikes Taking A Bike Hike Break

I once watched a crow and a seagull trying to get at a dead pizza or some other bit of food which was lying on the road. It was rush hour and when a vehicle was approaching, the crow would make a pretend rush for the food. The seagull would then greedily scamper into the traffic so he could get to the food first. The conniving crow would step back and watch to see if he could get that seagull squashed. If crows only had arms.

Hiking To Uisage Ban Falls

However, on the way to Judique I saw three or four dead crows along the side of the road. In Mabou one crow was writhing around on the road just before it was run over by another vehicle.
So what was happening here?

Torey Resting On Trail To Uisage Ban Falls

The logical thought is that maybe they had been poisoned in that large area or it was mass suicide. Who knows? However, there are also ways of making connections in this world which don’t ride on a logical horse. At least not in my mind.

A Pool Near Falls

When I returned home I told Sue about the dead crows. We wondered if the universe had tossed out a clue. Good times might not be headed our way. 

A Lonely Walk

I don’t know, but nor does anybody else and there’s lots of bull doo doo on those magical social media rectangles and squares which not only give bags of quickly fading nonsense, but also lead some enlightened people down a literal man-hole or over a cliff.

Life Can Be Gorgeous

And a few days ago, Sue and I took a lonely walk down our road without Buster. On the way an event occurred which I have never experienced before and I have hiked plenty of trails.

It was almost like the title of the book “I Heard an Owl Call My Name.”

​We heard an owl hooting. We looked around for it and finally saw it. We got closer and it didn’t fly away. At least not until we had a good look at it.

​It then flew to another branch of a tree nearer us where it hooted from time to time. It then kept just ahead of us as we approached our destination. Finally the owl swung off and flew towards the highlands. 

What was that all about? 

A Canadian book titled "I Heard An Owl Call My Name' made us think that maybe, because this was so unusual and that it happened at this particular time when we were both grieving, might mean that We Heard Buster Call Our Name.

Who knows eh?

We know that we really miss Buster.

Sue Waters The Plants

Isn't that Life? Sue waters the plants.

The squirrel eats the plants.

Sue and Buster At Beach