Rusty
1995-2006

You lived your first 8 years in a tiny chicken wire cage and came to me only as my first foster dog; dirty, malnourished, and literally scared of your own shadow. I never would have chosen you as my dog in the beginning…and for that I’m truly sorry, but you did choose me, and for that I’m truly grateful. It was a wondrous thing to watch your world slowly unfold, to watch you learn how to run like a real dog in the park, to not be scared of people and other dogs, to swim in Hinkson creek and roll in the warm sand on the beach, to know you could always have as much to eat as you wanted, but most of all just how to be “free” and just be a dog. I hope in your short time with me I did my race credit and redeemed our kind, and showed you we can be trusted, kind, and caring. I did my best, I only wish you could have stayed longer.
Godspeed on your next journey little buddy.