This is a picture of my dog Rocky. He was born on November
11,1990 and he went to dog heaven on February 14,2003.
When he was a pup, he tore my siding off my house, and spill
white paint on my blue classic car, but I loved him and forgave him.
He had Epilepsy. It started when he was about a year and a half
old. He had to take expensive medicine for the rest of his life.
He did not not act like a dog, but acted like a child. He eat people
food and I took him every evening to get ice cream.
He had a spot on his liver and spleen plus cancer of the liver. He
would not eat, and the vet said I must put him down. That was
the hardest thing I had to do. He was cremated and will be
buried with me, along with my other dog, Sam.
It has been almost 6 years, and when I get ready for bed, I look
out the back window, and say " Goodnight Rocky Dyamite".
I hope that someday we will meet again.