Goodbye to a Best Friend
Please forgive me this one post out to say goodbye to a dear friend.
You have probably seen the photos of my golden retriever Rocky. His 7th birthday was coming up soon. On Saturday he passed away.
Basically he was healthy and fine until Saturday around noon. He began getting sick and we called the vet around 2 PM to schedule an emergency visit. By 3 PM he was gone.
The vet thinks it may have been gastric dilation volvulus (also called bloat), but we’re not 100% positive.
There are other prepared posts, but I wanted to write a quick note to the dear friend I lost this weekend. While some may not understand the love for a dog, he was a dear friend to me and part of my family. I love him dearly.
One of the first non-professional pictures I tested in my business was Rocky and me. And he consistently beat my professional picture of me in a suit.
Every morning he waited for me to get up. Normally I get up between 6 and 7 AM. He is quiet and waits patiently until he hears me start moving or speaking. Then in a flash he was beside my bed with eyes filled with enthusiasm and a tail moving a mile a minute.
When I went upstairs to the office he followed right along with me. Often you’d find him laying front of a window in my office or curled up under my desk.
At least two of my daily breaks were to take him out in the yard for a game of frisbee or catch.
He loved to go, so we often took him on errands with us. He even had his own cover on the backseat of the car.
You could even say he was my only full-time employee.
Many times my wife and I watch a movie before bed. Often you’d find me sitting on the floor with my huge golden laid out across my lap cuddling.
From the morning when I get up to the time I go to bed, he was with me.
Every weekend I would take about an hour to brush him (which he loved). We’d play frisbee. Then I’d take him over to a nearby park for a hike and swim.
From the moment we got him (at 8 weeks old) he was already trained to sit when he wanted something: attention, a treat, dinner, etc. He was house trained within a week (although if he rang the bell to go out, and you didn’t let him out, an accident was coming in seconds). I’ve had many dogs in my life, but none have ever been as dear or as obedient as my Rocky.
He was the sunshine around the house. Like the photo above, there was always an excited expression on his face with his tongue hanging out to the side.
No matter what you were doing, he was there following along wagging his tail. We’ve even had to remove any breakables from the coffee table and other low tables. The tail wagged so much so it cleared everything onto the floor if he turned around.
Even though he was a very large golden, my wife called him her little Peanut.
Goodbye dear friend. I love you. I miss you. You are in my heart forever.
I have one other dog (a mixed breed), and he is going on 14 now. We lost two dogs in the last year now (our newfoundland died last year). We will get another golden soon, but it doesn’t take away the grief you feel from missing your friend.
The new dog won’t be a replacement. He will be a new friend. As every pet stays in your heart.
Here are few photos of Rocky enjoying himself in the snow from last Christmas:
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