Dear Buster,

Buster

I remember the first day I saw you at the shelter. You had been found starving, been adopted, given one day, and when you didn’t settle right in, returned. You ran over and put your head in my husband’s lap. You knew you had me wrapped around your paw already. You were perfect from the first moment. Now you are 7 years older, an old gray dog and I love you so much. You are power under control, a gentle giant. Live forever, my darling puppy boy. You are a good boy, the best ever.

Breed: Presa Mix


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