Buster died yesterday. He was only 10. He had two slipped discs, one in his back and one in his neck, and could no longer walk. It was a sad day for all who knew him and loved him. After I heard the news, I shared stories about Buster with Meghan. I remembered the time I looked out the lounge window and saw him being chased around the garden by a bumblebee, knocking over the garden table and chairs trying to escape. And the time we came home to find Buster had gone through the dustbin, and had created a huge amount of mess while eating everything he could, including a baby’s used nappy. And the time my mum came home to find Buster had spent the entire day sleeping on her brand new bed, and was so excited to be on it, that he pissed all over the sheets.

Good times.