My Gus, my baby. He came to us when he was 6 months old and would have been 16 in May. He was a little guy who just wanted love. He was a chewer and loved digging. He would spend hours sitting under a tree, waiting for the squirrel to come down. And oh, how he loved Christmas. He was right in the middle of things, as he loved tearing wrapping paper.
He loved his walks. On the last morning, I put him in my wagon lined with blankets. He didn’t even try to climb out; he was so content as he lay in the sun. We walked 2 miles on his favorite path. He always slept through the night until the last few weeks. He would wake up and stand on me, saying, “Mom, I really need to go potty.” Some nights we were up 3 and 4 times. He would always kiss me when I brought him back in.
He was such a sweet little guy, and he will be so missed. My heart breaks. Thank you, Dr. Kristen Neisler, for taking such great care of us in this very difficult time. Gus left paw prints on our hearts that will always be there. 💙