Sunday, August 7, 2011

08/07/2011

This is a draft that was never published following Rocksie's death. I can still read it now and feel the sadness that had weighed on me. I felt so guilty for not saying goodbye, but there was no way of knowing that there would be an accident. It was the first day of our family vacation at the lake when we got the call. She took a fall on the stairs and had to be put down at the emergency vet clinic by some friends. This was the only time in my entire life that I've seen my dad cry. He was the one who came to tell me she was gone. Coming home and walking back into the house was misery.

She was almost 13 years old and had a good life. We couldn't make her stay with us and hurt still. I like to think of her now as my angel puppy. I see her in the expressions of our new dogs, Olive and Oakley. But they're so differentfrom her. Dogs are really just furry children, each with their own personality.

Courtney

08/22/2013

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She's been gone for a week and it feels like forever. Given, we were on vacation at the time of her passing so I never had to see her in any pain. But the fall on the stairs was likely painful since it was the final straw for those poor wobbly back legs. Surgery wasn't an option, especially with no guarentee of her walking on her own again. I don't think she'd be happy if she couldn't scamper around n play like always.