1995-I brought Krusty home as a puppy and nobody wanted him. But I did. He was so funny looking when he walked and even funnier when her rain. Fo r such a small dog he sure did think he was big stuff. Our first day of camping this year and we had just got eveything unpacked and set up when Chellsea called to tell us that Krusty was having trouble walking. Shortly after she called us again to tell us he was having seizures and trouble breathing. I jumped in the car right away and drove the 2 hours back to the house. Poor baby Krusty was hurting so bad. He was having seizures every 10 minutes and couldnt move. I made the decision to take him in to the vet and ahve him put to sleep. He was 15 years old. We wrapped him in a soft blanket and Chellsea held him all the way to the Pilchuck Veterinary Clinic. I held him as they gave him the shot and his poor little body just relaxed all the sudden and he let out a nice sigh. Then nothing. His body was so warm. I'm so glad he isnt hurting anymore. I held him for a little while and talked to him as he feel asleep. He was my best friend. He loved me always. Even when I wasnt good to him. He still loved me. He listened to me when my heart was hurting from my break up with Fallons Dad. He was always ready to go for a walk-even if it was raining and he really did not like the rain. He didnt mind that we moved all the way across the country. He was my friend. My very good friend. He was very familiar to me and I loved that he was always around. I took it for granted that he would be around for many more years. I dug a nice hole in the soft sand in out back yard. I wrapped him in his super soft blanket and laid him down on the sand. I told him I loved him and that I would think of him often. and I will because he was my friend.
