My Sweet, Sweet Rocky
by Dawn Still
(Albany, GA)
Sweet Rocky
Rocky, a precious Peke-A-Poo, came into my life when he was 10 weeks old.
Although he was a Valentine's gift for my 10-year old son, he became "my" dog.
Rocky was the most loyal, protective, happy pet imaginable. Always excited to go for a ride in the car, always happy to see me.
When Rocky was 10, he developed diabetes. By that time,my son was off in college and Rocky and I lived alone. His twice-a-day insulin shots became the picture frame for my life. Everything I did, and didn't do, revolved around Rocky and his shots.
Because of his care needs, I became isolated and only went to work and home so I could be there to care for him. For three years, he became MY LIFE.
A week ago he was diagnosed in final stages of kidney failure and yesterday, we had to put him down.
I now have this crushing heartbreak and am consumed by thoughts that I didn't do enough for him or that I could somehow have prevented this.
I would give the world to be able to hold him just one more time.
I just want Rocky to know how very, very much I loved him and how he made my life better. His loss leaves a permanent hole in my heart and in my life.
I love you, Rock Star.
It's time to finally write this. I haven't been able to really accept that he's gone, and it's been four years. I feel so guilty because I didn't do his
I rescued you when you were a senior, 12 years old. Over the last 5 years you've enriched my life with your unconditional love, your strength, your determination
You were only four weeks old when you came to live with me. We shared every single day and every single night for 15 years. You went shopping with me,
