Rusty was an amazing dog. He was 15years old when he left us, and being only 17 myself its hard without him coz he's been here since i can remember.



I dont remember too much about him when i was little but he was a rascal at times. I dont know how but he used to climb up the back gate walk along the wall (which was about 6ft tall) walk all the way round to the shorter part of the wall jump dpwn and run away for a few hours. Then sure enough he'd come back and knock at the door to be let in.



He'd never biten anyone in his life. he let me and my brothers lie in his bed with him when we were young and drink our bottles of milk.



As he got older he started to get arthritis so he didnt really get up to much mischief. He started to go white in the face and get very skinny. He was also going deaf.



So eventually we got a new dog to see if it might make him happier and it did for a while. He used to run around more, wanted to go for walks, messed about with our new dog and got more attention.



Then he seemed to stop eating and slowed down alot. He got so skinny and had bad breath.



The morning of Saturday 9th April 2005, i knew something was really wrong. He was so weak he couldnt really move. He hadnt eaten for a few days and wouldnt lift his head up. He looked so sad.



Thats when i knew it was going to be a bad day......