"Gentle Man"
by Jennifer Beasley
*Rocky went away on December 21, 1998, leaving behind, the saddened hearts of his family, friends and neighbors. Everyone loved him. Such an humble fellow was he ... so kind, loving, caring and gentle. He was an awesome boxer with dark brown eyes that could look through any outward appearance that those he loved tried to display ... especially when he sensed sadness or illness. When such an incident occurred, it was Rocky's job to be that particular loved one's shadow until he felt that his "ward" was once again basking in the warm sunlight as God had intended. Forever faithful was he to those in his care during their time of need. I remember the day he "moved in", unbeknowns to me, in order to "take care" of us. He came flying from the back yard around the corner of the house like a small horse racing the wind. It was almost as though he was smiling to let me know that he would cause no trouble and be "a Good Boy." And, for 8 years he kept his promise. It is hard, even now, for me to think that in the beginning I had thoughts of not being able to "keep" him because of a few disgruntled "growls" at feeding time when I invaded his territory. Only later did I learn that he had come from a small apartment where dinner time was plagued with "tiny tots" wanting a ride on his back, orto inflict a yank to his ears, or pinch of his nose. He was only "advising" me that it was his time to eat and that "playtime" would come later. Within a few days, he and I were "bosom buddies", practically "eating out of each other's hands/paws." (Quiet chuckle here ... remembering how bashful he was when he "begged" for food, and I gave him that "not on your life Buster" look, and he would drop his head and stare at the floor. "Oh here Rocky ... take it okay?") My story is a neverending one as far as this Gentle Man is concerned, and I could go on forever sharing him with others; but, I will simply end by saying ... "Thanks to the Supreme Being for allowing me the privilege to have loved and shared the life of such a magnificent creature who now runs and plays and feels no pain, only sunshine on his face and joy in his heart that is now whole again."
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