My Dear Dusty

by Betty Clum
(Johnsonville, NY)

You were taken away from me by the Angels three weeks ago, and I still can't begin to heal. I have never felt such extreme loss in my life, even after losing my Mom, Dad, sister, brother, daughter, and grandchildren. I think I understand why this is. You loved me more than anyone ever did. You never hurt me, judged me, or abandoned me. I received nothing but total love and comfort from you. How will I survive without you?

I miss you right now as I look down where you always were, lying by my feet at this desk. When I come home, you're not there to kiss my hands in the doorway and welcome me.

As winter now draws to its end, I look forward to spring, our favorite season. It will be time to open up the garage and load up the gardening cart with tools and "get busy." How excited you would get, as we walked down the driveway together to clean up the flower beds and get the yard looking good. Actually, you always did dig more holes than I really needed, but it was never a problem for me. You were a good little helper.

As we all know, your most favorite place to be was running around the pool, getting splashed. I could never understand how a dog who loved water so much could hate getting a bath. On the 4th of July, when the pool is jam packed with all our camping buddies, you will be sorely missed.

So, there was no question as to where your final resting place should be. When it gets warmer out, I will plant you some soft grass and place your memorial stone in front of the pool.

God bless your little heart, and thank you for loving me.

With all my love,
Mom