Rocky was my dog for 12 long years. He had fur with brown spots. His brown spots in his belly reassemble Africa. He was a friendly dog. His favorite activity was walking in the morning. He always got piped up when we grabbed the leash. He was sometimes amorous, but he showed his love more towards me and my mom. My dad used to call him cat-dog because normally dogs when you enter the house, they will run towards you to welcome you. Rocky in another hand only barked at you and when you wanted to pet him, he would pass through you; however, the only exception was me and my mom, he used to jump to my legs to welcome me. Rocky when he wanted to be a pet he would always sit in front of you and stare at you with puppy eyes. Rocky did not obey my mom, he would only obey me and my dad.
Rocky died as a warrior. He never gave up, he grasped his life in every moment. One day my family and I were skiing and we received a call from my nannies that Rocky escaped from the house, but something was weird because Rocky always returns home eventually. My mom wrote a message to the neighbors that Rocky escaped and that they had not found it, and if they found the dog she asked if they could return him. A neighbor sent a message that she heard a dog barking in pain for hours in an abandoned house. The police of the residence went to check and saw Rocky in a pool trying to get out. His paws were bleeding because he tried to go out but he couldn’t. He never gave up and he did not drown, even though he detested water, he was afraid of it. We never comprehend how he got in the pool in the first place when he would never think about being near water. He never gave up on living in his lasts moments. His heart stopped beating and we thought he was finally gone, but suddenly he revived. He did not want his life to end, but he was suffering and in pain so we had to put him to sleep. However, I will always remember as my strong-headed dog.
He had a good life. He was loved too much. He was the spoiled one of the house. I will never forget about him. We had good times and he was always next to me. He was a lovely dog and even though he was not perfect I loved him so much. He is always missed in my house. It feels sad when I return to my house and I do not hear his barks. Or when we are eating and my food falls to the ground and Rocky is not there to eat it, or when I go downstairs for a really late night snack and I open the fridge and Rocky would be staring at me, begging me with his eyes to give him food. There are a lot of things that will be missed by him, but I will keep in my heart all the good moments I had with him.
Rocky
