Goodbye, Sweet Rosey
On March 8th, Rosey and I took a walk to the vet clinic. Only I walked out.
I've tried to type something a thousand times. Over and over and over. And yet, nothing was right. Nothing was good enough. Nothing did her justice.
We had an amazing 16 years together. 16 years. I don't remember a time without her. I never knew what life without her was like -- and now that I have to live it, I wish I didn't ever have to.
So many good times. So many smiles and laughs. So many hugs and kisses. So many good times.
She never gave up on me. If I wanted to do something, she sure as hell was going to give it 110%, and have fun doing it. Even up until her last days. She never let her age slow her down, because, well, what fun would that be? She never let us know she was going downhill. She never let us know she was in so much pain. Maybe that's why it was such a shock -- she was always so happy.
She was a family dog, but was mine at heart. Everybody could tell that. She was always nothing but smiles, always ready, by my side, in a way that said "what shall we do next?!"
We didn't have many photos together -- and that I regret. I was always the one taking the photos.
(photo credit goes to AllieMackie)
3 by JessLough, on Flickr
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7 by JessLough, on Flickr
jessrosey3-hi by JessLough, on Flickr
jessrosey4-hi by JessLough, on Flickr
jessrosey8-hi by JessLough, on Flickr
Always had to give some sass...
jessrosey1-hi by JessLough, on Flickr
Her favourite pastime was, by far, swimming/getting wet
She looked a little ridiculous when wet
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5 by JessLough, on Flickr
2 by JessLough, on Flickr