by E Samson
Rusty was my old faithful friend. We had to have him 'put to sleep' on 4 May 2013 as he suffered a cancerous tumour up his nostril and it was travelling to his brain. The vet could not operate to remove the tumour. Rusty was also losing control of his back legs.
It was the kindest thing for my precious Rusty, but it broke my heart. I felt like someone had taken my heart out, broken it and put it back weeping.
We adopted Rusty when he was 7 months old from a rescue centre. He was approximately 16 years old when the dreadful day came.
I still grieve for him every day. You may not believe this, but he has returned on two occasions to see us, once to me and once to my husband, to let us know he is alright. I also take great faith knowing that we will meet again at Rainbow Bridge.
Be well, be happy at Rainbow Bridge, Rusty. We will always love and miss you, light of my life.