busta the life of a true friend

There i was- just your ordinary pup getting adopted by a kind average family with jodie(the mum) Steve (the dad) callie ( the daughter and my best friend) and dylan (the strange brother) i sat in the car and i heard mum and dad talking i was listening then they said “lets call him busta.” they gave me a cuddle and callie ( who was just a baby) smiled she liked me- the whole family did!


We got home and i sniffed out my new surroundings it smelt nice and friendly i felt welcome in this new yard. Jodie came out to see me and then turned to steve and said “what if he hurts callie.” what thats not very nice like i would hurt someone as adorable as callie- but dylan now that’s another story! from that moment on i vowed to never hurt callie or the rest of the family in any way what so ever.


i remember callie’s first birthday she had some friends over and i got the left overs of the party food but then i got a little bit too excited and accidently   hit callie with my tail she started to cry i went up to her and licked her to say “I’m sorry.”


after the party, she was playing with her ball then she lost it and accused me of having it so she stuck her hand in my mouth and down my throat i didn’t mind i just kept my mouth open.


a few years later (when callie was 4 and 1 month old) a new family member came in the family- Tegan i went up to tegan and sniffed her.


not long after she was born, we all moved houses to a place that wasn’t as good as a house as the other one when callie turned 6, she was playing in the back yard when suddenly she fell over i came running to her rescue she laughed when i came up to her she really liked it.


then we moved again to a much better house one day the girls were dancing on a plastic table and i thought that i might join them i put my two front paws on the table and BOOM we all fell through it tegan and myself were alright but callie had 3 cuts on her- one on her back, one on her leg and one on her hand- oh no i had hurt her again! but callie was not crying she was just laughing but she was a bit embarrassed.


one month before our tenth birthday ( i shared a birthday with Callie) we welcomed another animal a little Labrador puppy- bindi i sniffed her out and ran around i was sooooo happy to have a friend with me so happy that i ripped up my favorite  toy.


i cuddled up to bindi and then ran around like the day would never end i had a friend.


4 months before my 13th birthday, i suddenly felt sick i didn’t eat and could hardly walk callie came out and started to cry “remember when we got bindi, and how happy you were, make sure you visit me i am going to be lost without my bussy- i don’t know life with out you busta why do you have to go? i will miss you soo much no bussy no don’t be sick don’t leave me i just wish i could hear you bark just 1 more time, i don’t like seeing you like this bussy i mean you are my twin we have something special.”


then jodie and steve took me for 1 last car ride we went down to a place where 2 kind ladies put a needle in me the pain went away and then i was gone-away from the family and the world.

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calbe123 Review

a sad and true story about busta, the dog that i grew up with this story it shows the true meaning of friendship and loss a poem called the rainbow bridge has helped me Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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