September Swan
1 min readMar 22, 2019
Born in May, a fuzzy ball of fluff, you were the best of Spring’s delightful beauty. Next Spring you’ll be gone and I will learn to love again, from the beginning. Watching you fly away, to your new life without me, I won’t regret a single moment of our bonding, for it has made me who I am. You, my friend, are now a part of me forever. And I am always in your heart, whispering in your dreams. Be well, sweet Rusty, and should we meet again, I know you will remember me . . .
LBM 10/15/2010
