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Gus
Adopted: 2007
Passed Over: November 2011
We had to say goodbye to our fur baby, Gus, a little over a week ago. More than 10 pounds underweight, his body was starting to fail him and the vet suspected intestinal cancer.
But knowing he was sick doesn't make his absence any easier. My heart is breaking. And I keep expecting to see him snuggled under the covers next to me or hear his tags shake as
he runs up the stairs to find me. My snuggle bug, my shadow, my fur baby is gone and it hurts so much.
I am so glad that Charlotte (our 17 month old daughter) got to know and love him as much as Kris and I, even if Gus's time with her was too short.
When she's older, I will tell her stories of her buddy Gus, the silly dog who jumped in her bassinet when she was only a few days old. I will tell her how she used to squat by him while he ate his meals, giggling and pointing.
I will remind her how concerned she was when he had surgery and would furrow her brows and let out a concerned "Ohhhhhh" when she pointed to his boo-boo.
I will tell her how he would join in our tickle fights, how he loved to lick her feet, that he would always snuggle up in her rocker or armchair,
and that he was by my side for every nursing - no matter what time of day or night. I will tell her that his ears were made of velveteen and she and Mommy loved to tug on them and sniff them.
I will tell her how he loved to make nests out of blankets, bubble wrap, coats, and anything he could find. I will tell her that he loved her from the moment her met her. Because that's what Gus did best - love unconditionally. And everyone who met him couldn't help but love him back.
We only had Gus for four years, but we loved him worth a lifetime. And he certainly did the same for us! I like to think that he loved harder and snuggled longer to make up for his rough start.
Goodbye fur baby. We miss and love you. Our bed feels so empty without you, our little cuddle bug, in between us.
Dawn, Kris and Charlotte
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