August 3rd, 2024 will be a date that is etched in my mind for the remainder of my years.
From the time of this writing that date is 53 days ago. My heart is still broken and more often than not struggling to comprehend that my best friend Buster is no longer by my side. The dog, was the best thing that happened to me 16 years ago and its been hard to recognize it even still, how great it was.
He lived with me from the highest of highs, to the lowest lows. Break-ups, betrayals, rich days, to extremely poor financial periods. Foreclosure threats, moving across the country, extreme depression with suicidal thoughts and actions. To coming out on the other side with a strong enjoyment for life and that around me.
We, him and I weather through everything. He loved me through everything when others didn’t…including myself. It’s taken me almost two months to attempt to write this and as I do, it’s in tears and heartbreak.
Dog’s don’t get to love you for your whole life, but they get to love you for their whole life. That’s pretty dedicated. Life is tough. The sun will rise again, and I will appreciate and laugh about all of the times we shared and the funny moments, but as it does rise - for now, the sun has set.
I love and miss you my #1 sad boy, my PTSD support, my welcome home, my sleep aid, lil busty, Buster, but above all - my friend.
I’ll continue to look for you as soon as I get home, and when I finally get to the home where you are, I promise you can have some of my French fries. You’ll deserve them, waiting this whole time.
