My Dusty, My love
Dusty was my very first encounter with a Brittany. My Dad rescued Dusty from home where the rest of the litter had been poisoned and he was the ONLY survivor. My Dad gave Dusty to my mom as a Valentines Day present in 1989. I was born a year later in 1990. Dusty was my best friend, my childhood companion and my heart. He taught me so many things growing up, he was there though it all. His love for a frisbie led us to spend countless hours outdoors playing, he LOVED to go "creeking" at our grandparents (he spent all his time there getting covered from head to tail in mud.), and his endless love for his human family was something I will never forget. Dusty touched my life in so many ways and still 7 years later I have a HUGE hole in my heart for him. I was not there when he crossed the rainbow bridge, for that I will always have grief but my parents held him close as he took his journey to be with God.
I LOVE YOU DUSTY, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A HUGE PART OF ME, AND I MISS YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN DESCRIBE. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME AND FOR BEING SO BRAVE AT THE END.