Buster was an amazing little dog. We went from Fort Worth to Morgan Mills to adopt this 5 pound ball of fluff. As time went by his personality really developed. At age 4 he was diagnosed with stage III T-Mast cell cancer of the prepuce. We had him treated by a radiation oncologist and he survived the cancer.Buster was my wife Pamela's best little companion. When I was away from home he'd always hang out wherever he wanted. His favorite places were my study near the front of the house and either on the chair or behind the chair opposite where Pam would sit and watch tv. He loved his walks everyday and he really loved having the grand kids come to visit and play. Earlier this year he appeared in my iReport on the Leap Year. In late Spring he started losing weight. By July he had lost almost 4 pounds and he had weighed about 18-19 pounds. We had an Ultrasound done and found that he had an obstructed bowel where the lower intestine enters the large intestine. He was slowly starving to death. One of the saddest things we had to do occurred in August when we decided to help him be at peace. The last couple weeks before that were filled with completing things on Buster's bucket list. He went swimming for the first time in his 10 years.of life and enjoyed it. I took apart boards from the back yard fence and carried him to the field behind our house for the last time. He loved that field so much. Buster went to the duck pond and wanted to get in the water with the ducks. We took lots of naps together. He loved sleeping up on the bed with the rest of his "pack". His last day was spent with us holding him and loving him and talking to him. In the afternoon we had a final nap together and kept him snuggled between us. About 3:00pm I had a late lunch of leftover hot dogs and fries. He took a couple bites of hot dog from my hand. We took his collar off and carried him to the car for his last ride. He loved riding with us in the car, he'd stand up on the center console with his front paws so he could watch where we were going. We stayed with him through the whole process once we arrived at the Vet's. We know we did the right thing for him but it still hurts not having him here. Buster would have been 11 years old this next February. We are really grateful that we had him almost 6 more years after his cancer diagnosis.