Many of you may have noticed how I’ve been quiet this past week. I put that down to my own illness and stress at school. It was true, I have been down with a cold that made my throat feel like it was on fire but my heart wasn’t in my blog because of my poor baby.
Dusty’s health seemed to drop rapidly. He went from his normal wiggly, gorgeous self with his bright eyes and wonderful hair to a skinny little lad with running eyes and nose. He was hunched and, though he ate, it was a nibble. Carrot and broccoli, his favourite treats, still made him happy but he wasn’t himself.
The beautiful little boy was put down about half an hour ago. I know I could have waited before doing a blog post but I wanted you all to know the truth. I’m still in shock at the minute, it doesn’t seem real that he’s gone. That I won’t walk down and see him anymore, looking up in the everlasting expectation that I was going to bring him something tasty.
He was a special little man. A real star. He was so good, so gentle. I know he reached a good age of 5 years and a month but that doesn’t make it any easier. I miss him so much already. He was wonderful.
Dusty will pop-corn free over the rainbow bridge with his brother now. They were never separated in life, being truly made for one another, and are re-united once more.
Sleep peacefully, little man.
The hooman xx