Dusty loved to ride shotgun in my van with his arm on the armrest like he was Mr. Joe Cool! He also loved to chase turtles and squirrels.|
Dusty was nicknamed "My little man" cause he acted like he was a human. So he became my little man. My sister called him "DustyBuster" which was why he had a dust buster for a gift. And every night about 8PM he would look at me with his big brown eyes to say, "mom it's time to go to the back room and watch TV. That was our special place. Monday night past, my sister had gone home and it was my 1st night alone. That's when the tears came. My Molly girl needs another companion; but I am not sure I am ready. She is seven years and her and Dusty were thick as thieves. I know she is hurting also for her brother; and wondering why he has not come back.
Today, October 3rd, I picked up my baby boy Dusty's ashes. I cried all the way down and back. But my baby boy is home with us in a way. It has been hard for me, and hard for Molly, Dusty's playmate.
Today is Christmas Eve, 12/24/14. My first Christmas without my little man. I love you and miss you everyday. Christmas will be hard this year. Love Momma.