Rocky - such a cruel way to die...
by Jeri Sutton
(Franklin, TN)
Ahhh.... a beautiful day to lie on the porch.
I am SO not supposed to be up here!
The driveway is so warm!
Click on each photo to enlarge.Back in 2002 my daughter and I wanted a male Siamese cat and picked out the name Rocky. However, the breeder had only one female kitten left and because we liked the name, she became Rocky. Rocky became my best friend, and her antics (not to mention her single-minded devotion to me) were legendary in my family. If she had her way, her life would be lived riding on my shoulder. In April 2011 two dogs running loose in my neighborhood attacked Rocky under the bushes next to my house and brutally and viciously killed her. (These dogs have killed at least 3 other cats in the area, yet the owner continues to let them run, so add anger and frustration to my grief.) All I have left of Rocky now is a small cedar box containing her ashes. Sometimes I think I will get over the loss, but days like today I feel like I'm going backwards. Oh God, I miss her so much! And I'm so angry at the dog owner...