I digress … cos Rusty has a namesake.

This post has absolutely nothing to do with books or writing; instead it’s a happy outcome to a sad story. 

It’s been eight weeks now since I said goodbye to Rusty, and it still brings me to tears to write this. 

I saw him at a local animal shelter in Dolores (if ever a place was aptly name, then this was it – dolor is Spanish for a pain or an ache, and losing Rusty was one of the biggest heartaches of my life.) He was the last of six corgi-cross pups who’d been abandoned on a building site....