Rose Red 9/6/87 - 6/23/05

American Pit Bull Terrier/Chow Chow
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Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Everyone at the place called me Rosa but my momma also calls me Suzuki, Baby Suki, and strangly enough..Barbeque Sauce

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

September 6th 1987

I like going for walks and eating. I also like chasing squirrels, but I'm getting old so thats becoming not so easy anymore.

I don't like other dogs, other than my sister Princess Tiffany. I don't like cats, except on toast *doggie smile*.

Favorite Toy:
I have countless toys but I don't understand what I'm supposed to do with them. I never really had any toys growing up, but I do love tennis balls. I remember playing fetch as a puppy, before the cage.

Favorite Food:
My favorite foods are pizza, steak, chicken nuggets with barbeque sauce (I'm guessing thats how I got my nickname), but I love BigMacs from McDonalds. Anything you want to give me, I'll eat.

Favorite Walk:
Being a sweet dark soul, I love walking through the Cemetery. Before going to my forever home, Cher used to come and walk me everyday through the cementary near the place. I will always remember that cementary as my little excape from the cage.

Best Tricks:
I was never taught tricks, so I don't know any. I sit when theres a treat in front of my face. Is that a trick?

Arrival Story:
I remember being a puppy, around a year old they said. They found me wandering the woods in Indiana. I was scared, lost, and terribly beat up. I don't really remember anything before that, but they said that maybe my former owner had me fight with other dogs (which would explain my hatred of most dogs). I remember nobody wanted me, I mean I'm a pitbull. Not many people want a pitbull because of a couple bad apples. It ruined our reputation. Nobody seems to realize what great pets we make. If you can remember Petey, the lovable dog in The Lil Rascals. He was a pitbull, but nobody remembers that. So I went in and out of homes for a couple years, being tossed around like a piece of meat. One woman wouldn't keep me because I couldn't get along with her other dogs. Another had a child that used to hurt my legs really really bad, so one day I snapped at her. I didn't hurt her, but they still got rid of me. I recieved surgery on both of my knees by the time I was 4 years old. I remember just being so alone, seeing people come in and walk right past me. I spent the next 12 years in that cage... Now don't get me wrong, I recieved some love while I was there. The occasional pat on the head, a cookie here and there, the glances coming my way. I hoped they were looking at me, if not I just pretended they were. A really nice girl used to take me for walks sometimes, and then this other girl came along. I really loved her! She used to take me for car trips on her day off and walks everyday. She promised that she would love me forever and take me home. A home! I used to dream about having a home every night when I went to sleep. I couldn't believe after all those years of seeing others go home, after all those years of being alone in that cage at night in the dark crying myself to sleep that I was finally going home! But..Then one day, she quit. I waited and waited, but she never came back. She never came back for me, she never brought me home. Home..the place of my dreams, I let it just return there. Then about a year later, someone else came into my life. This rather tall girl, with hair like the long yellow grass I could see from the run every morning. I remember thinking that she would just pass by me like all the others, but she stopped. She looked toward me and I looked behind me thinking she was looking at someone else. But then I realized that I'm the only one in the cage. Could it be? Was she really looking at me? Then, she walked toward the cage and bent down to my level and smiled. They said, "oh you don't want her, shes old and dangerous. Be careful of her". But she just put her fingers through my cage door and I kissed her. I looked into her eyes and begged..Please don't leave me. Then she said,"I'll be back for you". And she came back almost everyday. She brought me a bed, I finally had something to sleep on! She would come in and bring me chicken nuggets or pizza and I would have lunch with her. Everyday she brought me to the Cemetery nearby and we'd go for a long walk. Then one day she came in and said she was leaving, and that she was taking me home. I didn't believe her, I was told that before and I remembered the pain I felt. I remember it was night and I kept looking at her while we were walking out of the building. We never went for a walk at night, night was for sleeping and dreaming. The people that were there said goodbye to me. Nobody ever said goodbye, they normally just left. One said, "Rosa, you're finally going home!"...Home...I always dream of home, so thats it. I must be dreaming. I might as well be happy now, because when I wake up I will still be alone. Next thing I know, I woke up. But I wasn't in that cage. I was in a huge one, with a new big bed and blankets and pillows. I could hardly see. I was finally able to stand up and my eyes adjusted to all the hot pink. Where am I? A hand opened the cage door and I walked out. They never let me walk out by myself. And then I saw Cher. Could it be? Could it be?! She took me home! I'm in a home and I'm not even dreaming. It was what I was dreaming about for the past 12 years, but I was awake. I wasn't dreaming. She took me outside for a was the exact place as my dream, but it was real. We sat in the grass and I could feel the soft grass between my toes, and I started rolling around. The soft grass felt so much better then the hard concrete I felt my entire life in the morning. I stood up and climbed right onto Cher's lap, whereas she laughed and just held me. I wanted this for so long, to be held and loved like this. I guess, being a pitbull, its our nature to want this affection. Now at night, I don't cry myself to sleep. I don't dream about home..I dream about other things. I dream about the things I did that day. I dream about birds and squirrels. I dream about food. I dream about what normal dogs dream about. Still, I can't forget about all those other dogs that need homes. I was in their shoes once, dreaming about home..dreaming of not being alone. I guess I'm just one of the lucky ones, because I'm no longer alone.

Rosa was set free from her pain on Thursday June 23, 2005 at 5PM, about 2 months before her 18th birthday. She will be missed and never forgotten. She has changed my view on Pit Bulls and for that I am forever grateful. We saved each other..

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Rosa- The Queen of Darkness

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My Time Is Near..

June 21st 2005 7:17 am
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Thursday, I am going to see the doctor. It may be my last day...

I'm going to miss everyone, I have to admit I'm a little scared.
Mommy keeps reading me the "Rainbow Bridge" poem and telling me thats where I'm going to go and that I have to wait for her. Don't worry, I will. I would wait for her at the ends of the earth. I'm going to miss her most of all. She keeps telling me how sad it is that I spent my entire life in a cage, just to finally get a home and then die two years later. Yes, it is sad..but I had the greatest two years ever. I had the time of my life! She gave me a chance at life and I'll be forever grateful.

This may be my last post, so I want to say goodbye to all of my friends.
Don't be sad because we will see each other again one day.
It may be a lifetime to you, but to me it will only be a second.

Never forget me,
Your friend Rosa

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the sun that you see glow.

I am the birds in circled flight,
I am the moon that shines so bright.

I am the twinkle in the sky at night,
I am the rain that falls so light.

I am the gentle autumn breeze,
I am the one, who now is free..

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there..

I did not die.


More Cats..

May 24th 2005 7:01 am
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I like cats..I like them on toast. But I don't like them in my house. You probably heard from my sister that mom found 6 baby cats under a log. Well, they're in our house now. Good news in that one was adopted this morning, and we have two boy ones leaving tonight. This still leaves us with 3 baby cats. All girls, one black and two grey tabby. Hopefully they will have homes soon. if you are in the Rye, NY/ Greenwich, CT area and are interested..e-mail mom at


BonTons Rule!

April 22nd 2005 6:41 am
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Mommy bought me this new thing yesterday called a BonTon. Well, its not exactly new on the market but I never had one before. Its this bone shaped thing that clips onto your leash and holds baggies for easy cleanup. Moms gonna carry them in her store, because the company offers them in many colors. Mine is just black though, but thats alright because that and red are my favorite colors.

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