Dusty came to me at age 5 after having been used as a breed dog. She was the most beautiful silver beige standard poodle with the sweetest soul. She was my cure for empty nest syndrome but it took me almost a month to decide to adopt her. Knowing she was already 5 and had puppies meant an increased chance of breast cancer, and I didn't know if I could go through losing her. Ten years later, it turns out I can't, at least not yet. She lived to be 15 years old and passed with dignity in tact and in peace. I miss her every morning when I wake up and every time I come home. She meant so much to me I could write volumes. I loved her beyond words.