Godspeed, Rosie.
Rosie, our English bulldog, died the night before last.
She would have been two years old on Thanksgiving.
She was running around in the park, where we take the dogs to play. Nothing unusual, until she couldn't catch her breath, more so than usual. We got her in the van, and went immediately to the vet. My husband started CPR on the way, but to no avail.
The vet said perhaps a heart attack, or a congenital lung problem. We opted not to have a post-mortem done. To what end?
Godspeed, Rosie. By far the happiest, friendliest, sweetest dog I've ever known. She never met a stranger, never went anywhere, ate anything, slept anywhere or played with anything that she didn't absolutely love and jump in 110%. My son's three pound puppy could literally crawl inside her mouth, and did so, and Rosie just wagged her tail. A gentle lamb in a linebacker's body. The perpetual puppy, the 70 pound lap dog.
The house just is not the same. Rosie was the cult of personality in our pack, always the one underfoot, in your face, in the way. Always the curious, happy, friendly one saying, "Whatcha doing? Want some help? Let me see!" It's just unbelievable how much we miss that dog.
"We give dogs the time we can spare, the space we can spare and the love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made" - M. Facklam
"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."- P.S. Beagle
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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