Last time I saw him, I don't know what he was trying to tell
me but my gut says it was goodbye. More than ten days have passed since he left
and I can still feel his presence. Rockey came to us one cold evening in December of
2003. I still remember him peering out of the little jute bag in which he was
carried by my father. Upon the sight of young pup we were ambivalent whether to
keep him or give him away. Who is going to feed him or take care of him?
Questions remained. But his cuteness was too strong and we yielded. He became
part of family.
For past 12 years he had been my buddy, my counsel and my
confidant. He was there during my darkest hours and during my brightest moment. For over the years he became my rock. I could talk to him about anything and he
listened with Zen mysticism. For almost ten years he slept in my bed and my
morning always began with his wet muzzle touching my face. Oh how I used to curse
at him.
But now as he is gone I look at the empty couch where he
curled and I feel hollowness sip through
my veins. I just wish for once I could gaze
into his endearing eyes and hold him close to my heart. But its not going
to happen and only god knows how much I miss him. I just pray that he is in
heaven now and is frolicking along side Eddie and Mr. Rabbit two of my other
beloved pets. All I want to say - see you in another life , brother.
