Dusty

It is ironic that my previous post deals with death as an illusion. This morning it feels like anything but. I had to have Dusty put down.

Like Gretchen back in March, his kidneys had begun to fail. The vet could have kept him on an IV for another week or so but that is no quality of life, especially for such a happy and active little dog as Dusty.

He was 12 1/2 and had a great life. Like the other dogs he was totally spoiled. I will miss him terribly.

Bobby is up in his shop, building a box for Dusty as he did for Gretchen. We will bury him next to her.

This has been a hard year.