Little Rocky Rockruff was only in my life about two weeks, but it felt like we had always known each other. I fell in love with him from the very beginning. He was the sweetest and most loving little dog to grace my life for those few days. He was very sick but always happy. Everywhere I went, he was right behind me.
I took him to the groomer to get his hair cut as it was kind of raggedy, and I stayed with him the whole time. He never took his eyes off of me, as if to say "Please don't go". The groomer was impressed at what a good boy he was. When I took him in my arms he was so soft, I called him "Woolly Bear".
Thursday night he was coughing all night. We went to the vet first thing in the morning but my little Woolly Bear died in route to the vet. I am devastated by his sudden loss,but I know he is now free of pain. He will forever live in my heart.
I love you Woolly Bear. You left a huge hole in my heart, but I know one day we'll meet again. Until then run and play at the Rainbow Bridge.
Our hearts go out to Micheline for the loss of her sweet foster, Woolly Bear.