It was two years ago. I was 15 years old. I just turned 18, and I still think of you every day. We were together for eight years after you wandered into our yard, and our hearts. We didn't want to put you down, but you were so old and weak. I enjoyed having you as long as we were together. I hope to see you on the other side of eternity. I love you even though you're gone. Goodbye good Buster.