I found out on Friday that A WEEK AGO my "baby" was put down. My family didn't have the decency to tell me before this... I'm devastated. He was my life. He was my joy. He was the only one in my family to love me unconditionally, and the only reason I felt I could survive the Christmas holidays with my family.

It just isn't fair. He was around 14 years old - but he was too young to die. I need him.

My heart now has another hole in it.

Why is life so mean to me... losing a cat, an aunt, my grandfather not even 2? weeks ago and now my dog - all in one year.



I love you Buster. You are my baby. You are the light of my life, my joy and the only one to love me unconditionally and to listen to me no matter what. I'm so sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. I'm sorry you were suffering at the end - I'm sorry I wasn't a better owner and sister to you.

I love you, I miss you. You'll never be forgotten or replaced in my heart.



edit: Picture of Buster (and Zipper, who passed away a few months ago) in the gallery.