(Fort Walton Beach, FL)
My heart is hurting in ways that I never thought possible. On September 8, 2009, our sweet 4 ½ year old boxer, Rocky, lost his battle with cancer. I was able to hold him while he went to the Rainbow Bridge to await our next meeting.
Each and every day I hurt because he’s not here. He was my companion and best friend through the most difficult times in my life. Through a troubled marriage and during my husband’s deployment to Iraq, I had someone to lean on and to cheer me up when I was at my lowest. Now when I hurt, he’s not here.
I’m still so angry that this happened. Every measure was taken to save his life and it just didn’t work. I miss him more every day instead of less. He had such an amazing soul and I am SO THANKFUL that I was blessed with his companionship, even though our time together was shorter than I had hoped.
Rocky, you were truly the joy of my heart and I know someday we’ll run and play together. That day will be a day filled with joy when I see your goofy face and your wiggle butt again! I love you buddy!