Jerry Jeff Walker - My Buddy
Today I said goodbye to a dear friend and unwavering companion. Gus had an insatiable vigor for life even as his ailments took him down.
Rescued from the side of the road, Gus ended up having a rambler’s life wandering around these United States as he lived with almost all of my family. From his time a hillbilly pup in Alabama to a rat hunter in Harlem, over to the Cherokees as a fierce woodsman who turned back bears and finally in Los Angeles as the seasoned sage who would’ve chased those damned feral cats if his legs let him.
We bonded at an early age while he stayed with me in Minneapolis. He loved to chase after tennis balls with his big goofy paws and then not drop the ball when he brought it back.
When I’d see him at my folks’ place, he would greet me with a hearty barks, lots of licks and an immediate desire to play “throw me the ball and I won’t give it back”. NEVER turned down a chance to play ball, even as he got older and the returns became fewer and fewer.
Eventually his arthritis only made it possible to roll the ball a few feet. Even so, his distinctive thunderous bark always said “HELL YES I WANT TO PLAY BALL.”
Even brought it with us to the vet today so he could take it with him so wherever he goes he’ll have someone to throw as far as he wants, for as long as he wants. Heck, maybe he’ll save it for me.
I love you Gus and will miss you terribly. Bye buddy.