Tonight at 6:55pm, we lost our beagle, Buster. He was my idiot muse. As all beagles are, he was stubborn and didn’t listen very well when it came to food or getting into things he shouldn’t get into, but he was loved and I hope he realized it. I will no longer be able to fake throwing french fries at him and watching him try to catch nothing and then looking around as if he may have missed it. I will no longer be able to watch him howl when I sang off key as if singing in off key harmony with me. I will no longer be able to do any of those things and more, but I will always remember him and the ideas he gave me on being silly and not too bright for some things and absolutely brilliant for figuring out others. Goodnight Buster, sleep well under the tree I will bury your coffin under tomorrow.