Mark & Rocky

Melissa J. Muller

Mark adopted him in Michigan. He was the runt and only one of two surviving pups from the litter. The other pups succumbed to Parvo.

They have been together a long time. Before me. Before baby. Long before....

We took him to the vet a few weeks ago to have a cyst removed. They ran blood tests. Something wasn't right. He's been on prednisone, a steroid, and antibiotics for a week. It was a long shot.

Yesterday he started vomiting. By this morning he could no longer walk, had no interest in food and was drinking little water. We knew. We made the call.

We were fortunate enough to have a mobile vet come to the house. She gave him a sedative first. Once relaxed he gave us the look. He knew. It was okay. It was time.

He was gone, peacefully, within a minute of the second injection. He died in our arms.

We buried him on the backyard and will plant flowers there. It seems like the right thing to do.

I'm glad that he was my son's first dog even if Elijah doesn't remember him. We will. We will always be grateful that the dog didn't eat the baby realizing instead that the baby was much more useful as a ball tosser and constant bearer of food.

Farewell, Rocky-Doodle-Dog. We loved you and you loved us back and in that we find comfort.

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