WE got Buster in Sept.,1999. He was 2 months old. We got him as a birthday present for my dad,but Buster ended up being my little buddy.He was my best friend.He got excited when I got home from school and would follow me into my room and out again!We played together and when I was upset I would talk to him.It seemed like he understood.He would lay on my bed when I went to sleep,and I felt safe.He would wake me up in the morning,earlier on the weekends than I wanted though!:) In Feb 2006,he seemed to have a cold.My dad took him to the vet.His blood work was not too good.He got worse and my dad took him a few more times,the blood work getting worse each time.My dad had to feed him by hand.WE tried everything to save him.My mom took him the last time and was devastated to find out he had cancer.She took it very hard.We spent all our monney trying to save him.It should have been just a cold. :( I found out a few days later that he died.It was hard for my parents to tell me.We all cried alot.At first I thought it was just a bad dream,but I realized it wasn't.He is buried in my Nana's backyard,with a ceramic angel watching over him.I visit sometimes,but it is very hard on me.I miss him so much.I still cry all the time and I wish he was back in my arms.He was only 6 1/2 yrs old. I am 10.I was supposed to have more time with him!:( He was more than just a pet,he was my very very best friend.I will Love you forever Buster.xxxxoooo