If you recall, we rescued him nine years ago, complete with a bullet underneath his belly. And since that time, he’s blessed us with so much love and affection, charming anyone who’s ever been to my house. He was my boy. I’m so sad to say that he died suddenly of liver cancer (at least that’s what the doctor thinks) three weeks ago. It happened so fast, I still can’t believe it. I was in Cleveland coping with the sudden death of my father when my husband called to tell me Gus was sick. I wish I could have been there to say good-bye, but since that was not meant to be, indulge me in a few photos as I say my sweet good-bye to my sweet Gus.