I regret to inform you that Buster, our big friendly couch monster of nearly four years has passed on.

Buster was a handsome fellow who came to us from a local rescue where he was staying with his brother, Chance. Their previous owner’s home was foreclosed on. The guy took the appliances, but left behind the boys. Unfortunately, Chance was a bit of a bully, so we only adopted Buster. He seemed to appreciate that.
Buster got along with everyone: Canine, feline, or biped and really just wanted butt-scratches and belly rubs.
Buster had always had a problem with getting large fatty growths and benign tumors under his skin. Two years ago we spent a large amount of income to remove three of these tumors. Over the last couple weeks, after Buster slowly stopped finishing eating all of his breakfasts and dinners, we knew something was wrong. We had hoped it was just that he needed some dental work done. Then, over the weekend, he stopped wanting to do much but lay on his couch
We dropped Buster off at he vet last Tuesday and told the veterinary assistant about the loss of appetite and a dislike of movement, and she said she’d let the doc know. Around midday, they called to tell us that they had found another tumor, also benign, but unfortunately rather large and attached to his stomach. Also, that an attempt to remove this tumor would likely be fatal.
We got off work and joined Buster at the vet’s offices. We talked with the vet for a bit to see if she’d tell us how much time he had or how much pain he was in, and got unwanted answers to both those questions. We decided that bringing Buster home in his that condition was not a good idea.
He is home now and will join the other animaniacs we had the pleasure of living with on the shelf of honor by this weekend.

RIP Buster. So long big guy.