crying....
i miss rusty.
i miss seeing him when i get home at the gate. or seeing him in the morning sound asleep in the family room.
i miss his barking...and how he would always be a roadblock in the hall way.
i just keep replaying the moment i saw him slowly fall over and begin to sleep. and he just laid there...his paw was so heavy. and he slowly just ...stopped breathing.
and we just left him there...and we all left crying.
he was such a big dog...and 2 days ago, i picked up his urn...alone. the urn was so small. and i couldnt believe that our big dog...was now ina small box...as ashes.
rusty, i miss you. i never ever ever thought about this day ever coming...i thought you would honestly always be here. but having your urn here....makes it so much more real that i will never ever see you again. i will never pet you again. or make you bark again. nothing. i ll never hear you again.
i know you arent suffering anymore...and that makes me feel slightly better....but every time i drive up the driveway, i still always look at the gate...THINKING that i am going to see you there. or every time i pass the family room, i always look THINKING i am going to see you there sleeping on your little bed. but i dont. and i never will.
i miss you rusty.......................
i miss seeing him when i get home at the gate. or seeing him in the morning sound asleep in the family room.
i miss his barking...and how he would always be a roadblock in the hall way.
i just keep replaying the moment i saw him slowly fall over and begin to sleep. and he just laid there...his paw was so heavy. and he slowly just ...stopped breathing.
and we just left him there...and we all left crying.
he was such a big dog...and 2 days ago, i picked up his urn...alone. the urn was so small. and i couldnt believe that our big dog...was now ina small box...as ashes.
rusty, i miss you. i never ever ever thought about this day ever coming...i thought you would honestly always be here. but having your urn here....makes it so much more real that i will never ever see you again. i will never pet you again. or make you bark again. nothing. i ll never hear you again.
i know you arent suffering anymore...and that makes me feel slightly better....but every time i drive up the driveway, i still always look at the gate...THINKING that i am going to see you there. or every time i pass the family room, i always look THINKING i am going to see you there sleeping on your little bed. but i dont. and i never will.
i miss you rusty.......................