Friday, September 14, 2012


My right hand man, my sidekick, my handsome boy is dying, and I cannot do a thing for him. His liver is failing, and he is an old pup, and all I can do is be with him, and say things that I hope he understands. Rocky is The Rock Of Gibraltar, but has eroded before our eyes. I cannot take away his pain, or make him young again, and it is tearing me up inside.

I hate watching him lay here, in our room, lifeless. I know that in his head, he wants a treat, or to get all kinds of petting, and maybe steal some food from a dish. He wants to run again, and lick my face, and harrumph when he doesn't get his way...but he cannot do any of those things.

Rocky came to this family off the street, and made us his, to rule over for the last fifteen years or so. He made me a dog person, kicking and screaming, and made me fall in love with him, just with one of those stares from soulful, almost human eyes. Yet, for all the love he gave me, for all the times he looked at me, and made me smile, I am helpless...

Tomorrow morning, we will be taking him to the vet, and I will say my last goodbyes to my friend. I will miss him, and I know I will see him again someday.

I love you Rocky.

1 comment:

  1. The loss of a loved one is difficult. I wish I could say something to you to take away the pain of what you're going through, but really the only thing I can do is offer you someone to ramble to about how great of a dog Rocky is... and be jealous because I never got to meet him.

    I'm here if you need someone to talk to about him. I've experienced losses of my own, so I understand how much it truly hurts to lose a pet. They become such a big part of your life... and then they're gone and there is an emptiness.

    I'm sure Rocky loved getting to spend his life loving you and being loved in return. He'll always be a part of you, and you'll always have memories of him to tell people.

    I look forward to hearing these stories as you decide to tell them to me. I'm truly sorry about your loss.