The Dr. called us earlier today to say that Rocco died on the table. No one even thought this was even a possibility today.
I can puke right now, and my wife, well.. both of us are just sick.
Everyone’s animal is special. Rocco’s specialty was his need to be with my wife. He followed her constantly, and was my buddy at night watching TV. He needed to be next to us at all times, and I could always mention the word hockey or football, and he was in the chair waiting. Probable knowing that it only meant he was going to get his tummy rubbed for 2 hours straight.
I’m not sure why I’m even posting this, other than there is s hole in my heart right now, and I guess I need to talk about it. I’m sure Gracie won’t last long now without her brother.
What a day.




