In Memory
Buster a full blooded sable parti
Pomeranian enjoyed his time at Omega Funeral Service & meeting so many
grieving families over his 7 years there.
In March of 2021 Buster lost his battle with Cushing's disease and diabetes and crossed the rainbow bridge.
Buster was born in Black Mountain, NC on July
21, 2010 and was adopted by the Breed family on September 20, 2010 in
Hendersonville, NC.
Early on in his life Buster learned the art of
begging for what he wanted, whether it was something from the dinner table, a
sip of mom’s sweet tea or 30 minutes of scratching by anyone he could find to
do it.
A finnicky eater, he loved picking out his
favorite pieces from the kibbles and bits bowl while knowing mom would come
behind him and clean up the mess it made. Buster, as most dogs do, enjoyed
hearing those four words “Go for a ride” and had his special spot on his pillow
strategically placed between mom and the arm rest on the door so he could get a
few scratches in along the ride. He loved to go antiquing in his stroller,
hated baths and trimming of his nails, enjoyed interrupting mom and dads tv
time as he barked at the "Wheel of Fortune" dings and "See No
Evil" intro show sounds.
Buster enjoyed going to work at Omega Funeral
Service & Crematory each day, where he enjoyed hanging out on his bed under
moms’ desk. On his way to and from work each day, he would enjoy riding by the
field of cows whom he thought were his friends and would beg for the window to
be rolled down so he could bark at them as well as the “Black Horse” statue
formerly located where the new Twin Lakes Medical Center is being built on
Burlington Road. Oh, and Buster knew his geographical landmarks!!! When he saw
that these favorite stopping points were approaching, he sprang up ready to
bark hello or whatever it is dogs mean when they bark. That trait and instinct
always amazed us!!! Buster had a unique smile on his face that many people
commented on over the years. He truly was a happy servant.
An intelligent animal, Buster knew people,
loved people, and found his way into the hearts of many grieving human lives.
It was amazing to see the compassion he had for those who grieved without any
formal training. He was affectionally called “Wooshi” by Coleman and Kacee and
“Big Boy” by mom and dad even though his small stature at 8 lbs. would not
classify him as a big boy. His bark was bigger than his bite. Buster developed
both diabetes and Cushing’s disease later in his life and eventually lost the
big puff ball fur that Pomeranians are known for. But that did not stop him
from living his life. He had his favorite shirts and sweaters that he would
wear to the office or anywhere he would go. His travels took him to Myrtle
Beach, Niagara Falls, Raleigh, Wilmington, Pittsburgh, and many other short
stops along the way.
Buster, as little of a fella that he was, had a
big impact on the lives of our family and the countless grieving families he
met over the years.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of
one's soul remains unawakened."
"Dogs bring out the best in us"
