Saying Good-Bye

So, my Rusty is gone. He was doing great in the morning when I left for work on April 25th, and when I got home, he was pretty much gone. The vet thinks he had a stroke, but I haven't heard anything more about it from them. The day afterward, I went on vacation, still feeling a little bit lost without my Rusty. But I knew that after I got back from vacation, I would be going off to get a new dog, even if New Dog wouldn't be the same as Rusty. Actually, my goal was to get a dog almost opposite of Rusty, an extra help to not treat him/her like Rusty.

You can see that I did get a new dog, but I still miss my Rusty every once in awhile. I imagine I will yet, at least for awhile. Or until I can write about it better...

I just need time to finish saying good-bye.