heartbeat of a dog named Buster.
Buster isn’t a purebred. He’s a Golden Retriever mix with one ear that flops down and a muzzle painted white by time. He’s 15 years old. In dog years, he’s ancient. In human years, he’s my best friend. He was the one who licked the tears off my face when I came home from the hospital without Mary. He’s the only living continue reading …
