Goodbye Rocky

Its been a sad 24 hours around our house. Our dog Rocky passed away during the night Saturday into Sunday. My husband and I have been married 13 years and Rocky was 14. When we first graduated college and moved in together he was our first pet. Curt's Aunt and Uncle raised beagles and when they had a litter we knew we wanted one. We picked the name Rocky because when we went to pick him up he was rolling around with another pup and he always ended on top!

We took him everywhere with us, he was part of every move, milestone, happy times, and hard time we ever had. He loved to roll on wet towels and snuggle close to anyone that would let him. He's watched over our 4 girls, let them pull his tail, ride on him, and put stickers on him. He loved to ride with his head out the widow and always knew when we were close to home. He was a great listener and didn't mind if we (I) cried. The last few months have been rough on him and we weren't sure how long he would make it. But even in his tough times you could still see that little puppy always trying to win over his brothers.

It's very tough to lose a pet, a member of your family. It affects you deep in your soul probably more than you imagined it would. A lot of people say he's in a better place and that he's no longer in pain, I know this is true. I try to remember all the things he went though with us and it brings me joy to know that this one little animal in some way helped us get to this place 14 years later, and for that Rocky will always be a part of our family.

We love you boy.