by Chris Ladusau
In November of 1994 my son and his wife broke up and since neither one could take their dog, I brought him into my home. He was the most precious and loving dog I ever had. I already had two other dogs in the house, but they were larger and not as playful. The one dog, Gomez, died November 7, 2000, from lymphosarcoma. Little did I know that Krusty would go less than two years later. We had many knick names for Krusty. My latest was Bubba. He would give me kisses so hard that sometimes our teeth knocked. He followed me everywhere I went. He slept beside me on the bed. He stayed in the bathroom even when I showered. He was very jealous if my granddaughters hugged me. If my daughter and I ooo'ed or ah'd over something, he would try to jump in my lap from jealousy. He did whatever I told him to do. Last Friday, July 26, he died from cancer. It came up so suddenly that it is just now hitting me hard. I don't think I will ever get over the loss of this precious angel. He is in Heaven now keeping Gomez company. I will be with you again one day, Bubba. I love you with all my heart and miss you so much. My mornings are so hollow now without you around. I love you, Bubboo.