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I MISS MY BUSTER.

”description”Dear Diary: OK, prepare yourself, this one is not a happy one. It was exactly a year ago today that my beautiful friend Buster was taken from me. I had found Buster in the building site behind my house. He was a dirty, cold and hungry pit mix, of whom my boyfriend of the time was scared. I reassured him that the scrappy stray who had wandered into my life was trustworthy and safe. I don't know how, but at that very instant, I knew he was going to be a wonderful part of my life, and I fell in love with him...
It wasn't all roses. Buster was stubborn and pulled terribly on the lead. He didn't listen well, loved to chase squirrels, and had a tendency to run up on other dogs and scare them. But he was sweet and funny and my cats and family alike all loved and trusted him. The day he got killed was the second worst day of my life, next to my dad dying. Buster got killed by a speeding car, whose occupants never even stopped to help. I was a mess for a very long time over Buster, and blamed myself. It wasn't until my friend Tunni found a little puppy on the side of the road four months later, that I believed I could get over the loss of Buster. I was in my back garden, crying over Buster's grave one night when Tunni brought him home. I realised then that there was another lost little puppy who needed some love. I've never forgotten Buster, but Blue helped me recover. When my next door neighbour, Father Case, said a service for Buster over his grave, he asked us all to say what we had learnt from Buster, and I am thankful that I still remember. Buster taught me the patience to love always, regardless of how difficult it sometimes is. So today, the 19th of June is my special pet memorial day - the day to remember the pets we've loved and lost, and to treasure the ones we still have.

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