My Sweet, Sweet Rocky
by Dawn Still
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.