Oct 15th

It's been five years since the day Rusty died, and I still miss him so much. No other dog can compare. I miss coming home to his boundless enthusiasm at seeing me and demands for belly rubs. I miss waking up early in the holidays to bring him for pre-dawn walks and watching him chase birds and cats. I miss the utterly pathetic expression he'd fix me with when begging for food, even if he'd just eaten. I miss having to pay the 'toll' of a dog biscuit every time I left or came home. I miss being able to snuggle with him and scratch behind his ears and brush his lovely golden fur.

Wherever he is now, I hope there are no more thunderstorms.