My Boy Rocky
by Nancy Cronin Stiff
Rocky Boy (passed to the Rainbow bridge on August 7, 2001: How do I say from my heart what you meant to me? You came to me at a sad time in my life when I was recovering from the hysterectomy which ripped from me the chance to be a mom. You became my little boy then, and forever. You were such a little gentle soul, always wanting to please me, to comfort me in my tears. You trained so easily, were so very smart. We named all of your squeak toys and you knew which one to get when we’d call for a particular one. You learned how to sing B-I-N-G-O for a snack. You were so willing to please and love. And I needed that so much. The rough times you had to endure broke my heart. The time you were attacked by that dog and had your ear nearly ripped off. The time you ruptured the discs in your back and had to have that horrible back surgery. God knew I could not bear to lose you then so he let us have a few more years with you. I still laugh when I think of you dragging that catheter around when you got home from the hospital. And I am humbled at God’s greatness when I think of how the angels came to heal you. I will never ever stop loving you, my little Rockatee and I can’t wait to see you at the Bridge when it is my time to come to heaven. I’m sure Gramma Stiff, Gramma Chapin, and Debbie Presley are taking very good care of you. I hope that you have fun playing with Blazer and Shawn because they were glad to see you at the bridge. I know that you miss me, but momma can’t come now. Daddy misses you so. He has cried a million tears over you Rocky. His heart was broken like mine. We just wanted you to stop having those awful seizures and be safe and feel better. So Rocky, my boy, my dog baby, you keep watching over us and don’t be jealous that we got a little doggie, little Toby. He is not as good as you were yet, but he is trying to be a good boy. He is playing with all of your toys as if they were new. And some day you will meet him too. So be at peace my furry love, and momma will see you again some day.
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