Good-bye, My Friend

My Rocco is gone. 

I loved that furry critter.

He had a stroke sometime in January. My gentle boy was no longer gentle. He wouldn't be touched without growling. He was limping.

The day he bit me was totally out of character. He was no longer my gentle friend.

The old Rocco would press his foot against my husband's hand, and stay for a long time. Rocco would lay his hundred pound body on Hubby's lap, or lay his head on me when I'd tell him it was "mommy love time".

We knew it was time for him to go...but it's so hard!

It isn't the same house without him.

Good-bye, my friend. You were well-loved.