Buster.

I watched Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind last night. Me, my husband and my two dogs Kiwi and Banana. We watched and ate hot cheeto munchies as people erased memories from their brains; pain from their memory but I didn’t pay attention until the directors camera panned to Buster’s owner. “Why is she there with her dead dogs stuff?” I asked. My husand responds, “Maybe losing Buster caused too much pain?”. I started cupping Kiwi’s face in my palms. That lady is willing to lose the good memories too? If the pain of him gone is that bad that means the good memories were amazing. Yeah he’s gone forever but you’re willing to lose remebering his first birthday with you? Willng to forget how excited he gets when you get him a new toy? When you get him his own little dog friendly birthday cake? With the birthday hat? How cute it is when you give him a cheez it and drools while he sits waiting for it? When you wake up in the morning walk down the hallway, look at eachother and say “Let’s go! Let’s go!” because you know it’ll make him run at full speed to the living room, pick up a toy and bring it back to you? When it’s time to go to bed and you both do the late night walk of shame, because it is LATE, to the bedroom and he waits for you to get comfortable to jump in the bed between you and your husband? It’s snug as fuck but it’s comfortable for some reason? When you foster shelter dogs and he falls asleep hugging one and is an amazong foster sister? When you’re writing your stupid poems on the laptop look down and see her asleep by your feet? The zoomies she gets after a bath? When you do a egg limpia on her and she just let’s you rub the egg on her all cute? How you painted her black shoes pink to match her pink flower backpack and pink corduroy bow and collar with her name on it? When you cry because you’re a Cancer you’re always crying and she nose boops you and licks your face to try and comfort you? You want to forget all that lady go ahead Buster deserved better.