Rosie, we’ll never know just when you were born, but you came to us when you are about 3, and you spent 3 1/2 happy years with us. And it just breaks our hearts that we didn’t discover you sooner. You were such a sweet dog, a playful, cuddly friend, and beloved playmate of Kerry’s.
Our neighbor said her sister didn’t have time to care for you anymore. We were introduced to you on 9/11 of 2003, and you scared us to death getting loose and running into that cornfield at dusk, but we found you at someone’s doorstep.
From there, you won our hearts, of both the Conns and Geels, and our house guests’ hearts. You may have had your “issues”, like barking when we’d leave, or at a vacuum or toaster…but we were so happy that we could provide you a good loving home, with another Sheltie to play with.
We loved how you & Kerry would wrestle on the floor or air-bed. And how you’d always track us down bringing that same old soccer ball to us, and insist again & again that we throw it for you to fetch.
Whenever Jenn threw me out of the bedroom for snoring, I would bring you to the air-bed in the other room, and you’d snuggle with me, and wake me in the morning with kisses. I’ll miss that so much.
And like your predecessor Tawny, we miss how happy you were riding in the car, and getting treats from the bank drive-thru teller. And how you’d “raise your paw”, proclaiming yourself as “world’s cutest dog”.
We’ll miss your eyes, one blue and one half-brown/half blue, and how you’d walk into the computer room just to see me, and get your tummy rubbed. And I miss burying my head in your fur when I needed a hug to get away from the troubles of the world.
We tried our best to make your last few months happy and healthy, but we know you’re free of pain from meningitis now. You’re in heaven, chasing wildlife, soccer balls, and eating countless treats.
You’ve left “paw prints on our hearts” forever.
We’ll see you in heaven, Rose.