Dusty was the love of my parents life. He was my mother's baby. His nickname was Dusterman. He was a Lasho. Weighed 23lbs, and was just the sweetest dog you ever want to meet. My parents found him after someone just dumped him off in the woods. He was sick, ungroomed, had bad teeth, and was in horrible shape. Mom and Dad, nursed him back to health, had him groomed, and loved him for 11 years. He would go on his daily rides with my father. Dad had built a special seat in their van for him, so he could ride high, and look out the window while on his road trips. He will certainly be missed not only by my parents, but by me. I was with him the day he died. Dusty suffered from congestive heart failure, and had been having seizures. More and more as the days went on. He has now gone to the Rainbow Bridge with my beloved Max. His cousin four legged golden retreiver who passed on two years ago. They are now together. Out of pain, and with no seizures. They will run in green pastures together. They will look down on us with love and affection for the life we were able to give to them. To my little Dusterman, I love you sweetie. You'll never be forgotten. All My Love, Your Auntie Debbie