Monday, March 10, 2014
Rosie had a rough start in life. She was dumped in the Grand Canyon when she was 2 months old (I'm still convinced she was raised by wolves) and taken to a rescue organization in Flagstaff. They thought she would have a better chance of adoption if she was in Phoenix so she was fostered there in a home with 17 other dogs. By the time we adopted her, she had some pretty bad habits (like chewing everything in her reach and not being housebroken). During that first year, I almost gave up on her several times but was convinced by my family to keep trying with her. After a while, she finally realized she was home and became just the best dog. She never did warm up to too many people but she sure loved her family (and that included her fellow furbabies).
I still look for her in her favorite sleeping places. I still call her for dinner. I still want to hug her good night. But I know she's waiting for us and someday I'll see her again. So for now I'll just say I'll see you again, sweet Rosie.