Megan+M

Buster Buster was a lovely, crazy, playful dog. He was black, gray, silky and soft. Also he had huge, cute baby blue eyes and big, floppy ears. Buster was about the size of two car wheels. That dog was my best friend!

Every time, and I mean every time, Buster came outside we would go and pet him. Buster would listen to you whenever you called him. He was the most listened - to dog I knew! As Buster got older our friendship grew.

When Buster was young we would play and play and play! I would throw balls or Frisbees and he would dash for them! If Buster and I were with each other I would have a smile stuck on my face!

One sad thing about Buster is that he had cancer. He had two cancer bumps. Sadly, one was on his head and one on his back. Poor Buster. It did not help that Buster was old. Once I knew Buster had cancer it made me feel terrible! “You’re the best dog”, I would tell Buster. Too bad dogs can’t talk English because if they could, Buster could of answered me.

Buster was getting droopier and older each day. It was painful to see him like that. He could not dash for balls and Frisbees anymore. His legs were too weak to run. I knew how Buster felt. He was in pain.

In the year of 2010 Buster passed away. When I heard the bad news I cried all night and all day. I had felt as if my heart broke and shattered all over the place. Buster was special to me. He was in my heart. Even though he passed away, he is still in my heart.