One week ago today, I lost my best friend.
Rocky went to Heaven.
Here on earth he was in pain and had stopped eating. He had lost a third of his body weight and he was getting so weak.
For me, it was the hardest thing I ever did but he passed so gently into a beautiful place while leaning on me.
I know he'll be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
I have a million photos of him.
Here are a few.
Jack, my husband, gave little Rocky to me as a birthday gift 12 years ago. (Really, he always wanted a bird dog.) Rocky turned out to be a great pheasant and quail hunter (pointer) and did well in field trials too.
But he was always "my" dog, my baby.
Rocky's first field trial ribbon.
12 years of wonderful companionship.
I love you Rocky.