Six Word Friday: Rusty

I know that rusty can mean

a whole entire list of things.

But, for me, Rusty only means

the one single important special thing:

My mom’s best and favorite dog.

We had many over the years.

But mom was never very good

at the discipline of their training.

So often we had to rely

upon their good nature to achieve

Good behavior and long term harmony.

As you can imagine, that didn’t

always work out all that well.

Rusty came into Mom’s life by

random chance or by serendipitous circumstance.

She found him wandering one day.

It seems he’d been a hunter.

Extremely well trained and highly restricted

in his previous life and interactions.

Theirs was a match made in

dog-lover and human-owner heaven.

Rusty came pre-trained and well behaved.

Mom gave him the freedom to

relax and just be a dog.

She was devastated when he died.

When she died, we mixed her

and his ashes and released them

into the ocean together. Together forever.


9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Adrienne
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 17:54:21

    this is so special….thanks for sharing this story!


  2. dogear6
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 17:56:59

    Great story! Thanks for taking time to write up and share.



  3. dogear6
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 17:57:31

    P.S. Love the pictures too, especially where they’re looking at each other.


  4. Sara
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 19:20:59

    What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.


  5. Debbie
    Oct 27, 2012 @ 14:35:28

    awww how sweet!! adorable pictures!!


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