Rusty
I was about nine when I got Rusty, a brown and white bundle with a black saddle; a beagle with a happy-go-lucky spirit and a soul of pure gold. He wasn’t quite like old Snoopy, Charlie Brown’s beagle though he did have a lot of bird friends. Through summer days, we wrestled and played, I’d toss a stick and he’d bring it my way; he didn’t quite get it that he had to let go, so I could throw it again. I’ve had so many pets since Rusty’s passing; all of them special in their own way; I have been blessed.
dog
is God spelled backwards –
love
Rusty was pure love in a bundle of fur; the best friend I had in those days as, my human best friend had moved away; I could always rely on Rusty to take up the slack.
animals are
emotional life support –
analysts
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