I'll be the first to admit that sometimes I can get a bit long-winded. I don't want that to be the case here, though, where I want to focus on the memory of my sweet Rosie. So I'll make my time here brief, and will then leave the rest to my Rosie.
I was blessed enough to grow up with my sweet Rosie. She was my loyal companion from my young childhood well into my early adulthood, from November 1993 to May 2015. She was there for me through every milestone - starting school as a youngster, transitioning into high school and college, starting my first jobs. Rosie played an indescribably significant role in my life, a role that no other could have played so well as her.
As Rosie grew older and began to develop the ailments that inevitably come with age, the only option open to me was to stay by her side through it all, as she had always done for me. Through arthritis, kidney disease, pancreatitis, hepatitis, an eye removal surgery, and ultimately cancer and heart failure, my Rosie remained a trouper as I administered her medications and subcutaenous fluids every day. And I treasured every moment of it, just as I had treasured every other moment I had with her.
Rosie always has been and always will be with me, and I'll love her forever.
|Rosie had some of the cutest sleeping poses.|
|Especially as a youngster, Rosie loved to beg for milk...and of course always got her way.|
|When Rosie got older and arthritic, she got to eat on her favorite couch. And yes, her bowl was aptly labeled Princess.|
|At 21 years old, Rosie underwent an eye removal surgery. She took it like a pro.|
|Thank you to Ann from Zoolatry for this beautiful image of Rosie.|