Dusty was not just a dog, he was my baby. I wanted to let everyone know what a rare and beautiful friend that Dusty was. He didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body! In the 13 years that he blessed my life, I never once heard him growl or do anything but be a loving and affectionate little guy. I thought of Dusty as a child and will have a difficult time mourning him. The only comfort that I can have is that he is not suffering. I know that Dusty’s beagle soul longed to be out there running and chasing squirrels, ears flying! I can see him right now… brightening God’s back yard with his joyful brays! I will miss that sound more than you know. I held him when he went, so he wasn’t alone. I hope that I do meet him with those ears flapping, white-tipped tale wagging and that wonderful beagle bray! I’ll know it’s him when I see those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Then I’ll truly know what “heaven” is.
Go in peace, Dusty
Love Forever, Terri xoxo
Love Forever, My Little Man,
| Dusty |
| 22, Dec 2006 |
| Terri Rivera |