On Sunday, we went to the tree farm like we do every year, but this year it was different. Our loyal dog, Buster, passed away over Labor Day Weekend, and we all still miss him - especially Clara. We always called the visit to the tree farm 'Buster's favorite day of the year.' He loved running through the woods, chasing rabbit trails and smelling new smells. We knew it wouldn't quite be the same without him. So, we decided to bring a paw print of Buster with us and bury it at the tree farm as a memorial to him. So he would always be there when we went to visit. And the moment we buried it was magical. Clara felt more at peace with her loss than she ever has. We looked out over the farm and knew that Buster's spirit was at peace. We knew it was there . . . happy and chasing rabbits.