by Maria K. Duthie c.e.f.m.p.
I wanted to let all of you know that my best friend died last night in my arms. I am more devastated then I can even well I am a mess. I really did not know how to write this or if you guys would even care to read all this but I wanted you to know how much I love him and how now I feel like I did something to kill him and well you all know the guilt feelings but now I feel so alone. Rusty has been with me for 13 years and he has been there through abusive relationships, broken engagements, college, career changes, he helped me train ken ( once he let him get close without biting him!). He also was quarantined in two countries. Yes this boy got around! He did not let anyone push him around! He watched me like a hawk. I was never afraid with him around. he would take on anything to protect me. His last challenge was bailey! She did manage to lay with me and hug me last night as I cried. I guess he was amazing! I just wanted to tell you how great my rusty was. How important he still is to me and how I can not talk right now. I can not do much. he died just like he wanted to with dignity and the whole family around him. He wont be on the news or in the paper but he should be. In the morning he even gave Bailey one last bite! I guess she would not get out of his way. Rusty, my strength, confidant, hope, and teacher. He has known me longer then most of you and my life is empty now. I just do not now what to do.
I love you rusty brown.
The Journey by Crystal Ward Kent
When you bring a pet into your life,
you begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and
devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and
courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about
life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come
away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without
leaving its mark. Along the way, you will learn much about savoring
life's simple pleasures - jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun,
the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch
behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught
how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log
will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even
the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of
valuable information. Your pace may be slower - except when heading
home to the food dish - but you will become a better naturalist,
having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike
on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than
enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms on
the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk
feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we see a whole
new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves,
peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any
dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that
is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever
changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.