by honey--bee » Tue May 07, 2013 3:44 pm
Dear Buster.
Wow, it's been a year since you died. I love you so much and will never forget you or stop missing you. You were the best friend and dog anyone could EVER hope for. You knew how to cheer me up. Even though you didn't have such a good start in life, I hope at least the last couple years were good for you.
I remember the day I found out. I was happy for the weekend, and that I got to see you. But as I stepped onto the deck, I could tell something was wrong. I couldn't see or hear you. Usually you were by the door hoping to be let out, but I couldn't see your big cute head. I turned and looked at Dad. "Where's Buster?" I asked, fearing the worst. And he told me the story, of your heart attack.
It began way early in the morning, about 1:00 or so. You had trouble breathing, but then you were ok. . You fell asleep after a while, but then it began. You began to breather weird and quite loud. Dad and Jess called Grandpa, one of your best friends. They tried to get you to the vet, but you passed away, happily in the back. Dad told me how they were sitting with you in the back, telling you it would be okay, you were just fine. Your tail was thumping happily as they pet you, but you didn't know, that would be your last time together.
When they got to the vet, it was already to late. You had gone on, into a better place. The vet said she would take him for you, but, my dad already knew a place perfect for you. Up at Grandpas Cabin, out where you felt free, and full of fun. They drove up at 2:00 in the morning. But before that they went to the house, and grabbed your blue blanket, some of our favorite toys, and of course the bone you never finished. They began to dig your grave, deep in the earth. They laid you down, and covered you with your blanket, and laid toys next to your head. There was George, your favorite! He was the monkey with the voice box. You hated the noise and whined when you triggered it. But then you'd get mad, rip him to shreds, and then we would buy you new one. Your blue blanket, which we would cover your head with. You'd tear holes in it, but you loved it. Then your bone, the last thing you ate. You loved your bones, and knew what B-O-N-E spelt. There was also one of my old stuffed animals, a part of me for you to keep.
Then they covered you up, and laid rocks in an outline of where you were. It looked like a human was buried there! But that's okay, because you thought you were one of us. And you were! You were everything a friend should be. You were loyal, and protected me from harm, even if they were just pillow fights. I let you sleep by my feet at night, and you kept them warm. But for the last year or so, I had been kicking you off. Now I regret that, and ask myself why. But it's okay, because the last night I spent there, I let you sleep with me. And that was the last I ever saw you.
And that's okay. Because I know I'll see you again. And we will talk and catch up, and snuggle. I still visit your grave up in the mountains, where the flowers grow, the moose wander and the water flows. They buried you there so you could be free. And I knew you were. On the day of your funeral, I looked at the clouds, and I saw you flipping the fluffy clouds with your nose. You did that with snow you know, and we would laugh at you. But now I cry, thinking back on you.
Anyway Buster, I still love you, and hope one day I'll see you again.
Love forever and always,
Londyn
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