….Over the next thirteen years, Rusty hardly ever gave us a problem. He had one of the most gentle souls I’ve ever met. He never growled or snapped at anyone, no matter if it was a child pulling his ears or one of us giving him his insulin injections in his later years.
Oh, of course he gave the mailman and the rabbits hell, but that was his job, dammit. And I still smile at the memory of his beagle’s baying, sounding like the Hound of the Baskervilles on a moonless night.
During the next 13 years, Rusty has helped us through good times and bad.
He comforted us when we lost jobs, when my grandfather passed on or other misfortunes fell on our family.
He was also there to help us celebrate the good times, especially if that meant going for walkies, car car rides or even better, getting some treats….
