Dusty I still remember the day I found you (or you found me) at the pet store. You were a little ball of yellow and white fluff that I had to have. The last Friday in October 1980, you came to live with me. You were my best-friend from the start and that is the way it stayed with us. You followed me everywhere and no matter what I did, it was never ever wrong. You loved me no matter what. If I needed a good cry, your fur you would lend to dry my tears. If I was lonely, my lap you would curl up on and a purr you would give to take the lonesomeness away. If I was happy or upset, an uncompromising ear you would lend. When you were sick from eating beetles ( I never could convince you they were bad for you) I would know that too, cause on my pillow you would go and never leave and you would look at me in a way that said "Mommy, I need your help" and off to the vet's we would be. My darling friend, I only wish that I had not gone to school the day you ate the squirrel and started the rapid decline of your health. I can only take comfort in knowing that you are now in the rainbow bridge playing with Sheldon and knowing that we will meet again never to be separated again. My darling friend, I love you now and forever. Love, Mommy