Wednesday, February 2, 2011
A tribute to Rocket Wilson
June 5, 2001 - February 1, 2011
Rocket, my fuzzy Rocket, has crossed Rainbow Bridge today. I can't remember the last day he had that was a happy one. At first it was a few days of confusion, pacing all night, snarling, running after and snapping at David and sometimes at me. I would let him out to go to the bathroom and he would shiver and shake, afraid of the wind. He would stand in a corner of the yard and forget to come in. He became afraid of the washing machine, the dryer, the dishwasher, and us walking past. He was always so sad, but then he would get really angry. Months ago, there were just a few bad days but the bad days eventually overtook any good days and he was always confused and afraid, and as close as we could figure out, it was called Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome or Doggie Alzheimer's Syndrome. There was no hope of him getting less confused or happier. Today I held Rocket in a beautiful soft blanket as Dr. Debra Thomas gently gave him a shot. It was as though he just went off to sleep. He was still warm and soft, and he just passed over Rainbow Bridge.
Rocket, I loved you from the moment I held your tiny fuzzball body in my arms. You gave me kisses and I gave you my heart. I loved you endlessly and without reserve. I can't even feel anything right now but I feel so much pain like a big rock in my throat and stomach. I want to remember you before you got so sad and confused. I want to remember you flying like a rocket through the house as a young dog. I want to remember how soft you were in my arms and how we called you the Professor because you acted so sophisticated and had wild, messed up hair. I am sorry I put the purple pajamas on you, but I think you looked wonderful in them. You were still sophisticated in them. I will always love you and you are now at peace.
Our thoughts, prayers and love to Auntie Susan. Rocket was so lucky to have had you as his humom.
'vie and family