Our little Rusty boy went to doggy heaven on Friday.
We (Jeff) got Rusty in 2002 after we moved down to the Tarrant County, after I graduated college but before we were engaged. I found him one day on the internet at a Fort Worth dog shelter. They had him in a very girly little sweater (he’s always loved his sweaters!) with a furry collar and we couldn’t resist the minpin cuteness. He was about 3 or 4 when we got him, making him about 14 or 15 now. He had a wonderful long doggy life and was Jeffie’s little companion for many years.
2002:
2005:
and January 2013:
In the end, Rusty had lost his vision, his hearing, and mostly likely his sense of smell. His mouth and teeth were hurting him and he was pretty confused and lost around the house. We know that now he is laying in a sunny spot in heaven, and can see, smell, taste, and hear it all, like a doggy should! Rusty, Rusty Wallace….you were a good little pound puppy and we loved you very much!
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