Gus, my loyal companion of 8 short years succumbed to Evans Syndrome, an autoimmune disease where one's body attacks its own red blood cells. I believe Gus was suffering from this months before he actually got to the point where he could no longer stand. I thought his fatigue was just aging, but it was probably this miserable silent killer.
He left us in March. His spirit will linger forever in my heart. I see him everywhere I turn. We walked many places together. Places I drive by, or walk alone. It took several weeks before I could walk our daily route here in Russian Park without crying.
Oh Guster...how I love you, how I miss you.
I got to hold his massive head in my hands, pet his soft warm fur, and love him as he was put to rest.
It has taken sometime for me to reinvent myself without him. But, I'm moving forward.
Future blogs will prove that yet another chapter is to be written.
