|~The day we met Dusty, August 25, 2015~|
|~Dusty last fall, the tumor visible on his left hip~|
His most content times were when he was laying in the grass. The last few weeks he seemed to gain strength from the warm sun, and never wanted to come inside.
This morning we had Dusty outside for the last time, and as he stood there in the bright warm summer sun, he raised his nose and sniffed the air before he collapsed onto the ground -- His strength to continue was gone. I couldn't help think of the words another blogger had written about their own dog, "He stood tall but this morning the grass grew taller."
The Mobile Vet would come shortly afterwards, and we said our good-byes on the front porch that he loved.
|~Dusty sleeping on the porch in 2015~|
Our candle has been lit all day to help him find his way to the Rainbow Bridge, where I know he was greeted by all those who have gone before him.
God-speed my "DUSTy-Bunny."