My pal Rocky passed away yesterday. He was three months shy of turning 12 years old.
He was a good little pug who lived with my grandparents. When they got Rocky my daddy was in high school and still living with my grandparents. He helped raise Rocky as wee puppy and they were good buddies. Several years later my daddy moved out of their house. When he got married to mommy I was born, and they brought me into their new home.
I’ve always enjoyed visiting the grandparents’ house and getting to see Rocky. He was always nice and friendly to me. Occasionally he would romp around the house with me but most of the time he would sit and watch me play. In his later years he slowed down and his joints were too stiff to run. We used to cuddle together on the couch.
My grandparents and Rocky just returned from a vacation in Carmel, California when Rocky got really sick. After several tests it turns out he had cancer and there was nothing the doctors could do. My daddy was there yesterday when Rocky went to sleep.
My grandparents were feeling sad and lonely yesterday evening so I went to stay with them a few days. Hopefully I can cheer them up a little. Last night I searched every nook and cranny of the house but I couldn’t find Rocky. That’s when they told me he had gone to Rainbow Bridge. Someday I’ll see him again – and he will be young and full of energy, eager to run and play together.
More photos at the Rocky the Pug Tribute Gallery