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Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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May 7th 2005
Rosco loves to sleep just as long he's comfortable whether its the couch, kitchen floor, or his big ol' bed! He'll stretch a lot, but really he's trying to kick you off the couch!
He wants what your eating and when he's rolling around in the grass he does not want to be disturbed!!
He loves his stuffed bunny the most which is buried with him, but he also has a large stuffed cat and a walrus!
His favorite food is lamb with rice!!
He loves to explore around the backyard! He loves to dig and watch the bugs and butterflies fly around him. Sometimes he will sit on the middle of the cement patio and stare out into the sky just watching things around him.
He knows how to "sit", and give handshakes by saying "paw", and "lay" even though he will argue with you about that one.
My sister bought Rosco from a local breeder at 6 wks old and brought him to her apartment in Chantily, VA. He was born with a heart murmur but the severity wasn't known until later on. Whenever my sister and Rosco would visit, I was a bit apprehensive about playing with the Rosco since I've never had a puppy before. A month later, my sister brought Rosco to live with us at my parents house in Virginia Beach, VA because he was growing too big for her apartment. By then, he was on medication for his heart murmur and come to find out his heart murmur became a category 4 which is a very severe heart defect where his valves aren't functioning properly. Rosco became part of our daily agenda where I would wake up as early as 8 to feed him and take him out (usually i would wake up around 12pm), medication, then lunch at 2, medication, and then my dad took over after 3pm. He became a family member. His last couple of days flew by like a blurr first on Monday I took him to the vet for a check up and that's when I heard first hand from a vet the severity of his heart murur and referred us to a cardiologist. The following day, the cardiologist called and said she had spoken to Rosco's intial cardiologist and explained there was no surgery that can repair it and he would only live up to a year at the most. I was still in denial and thought there was still hope. By Thursday evening, I went to my cousin's apartment after work to watch a movie with some friends when I received a call that Rosco became very ill. I rushed home and that's when the night took a tragic turn. My boyfriend, my youngest sister, and I rushed him to an emergency vet clinic and was told we were loosing him and that he was in great pain. My eyes still water when I think back about the moment when I had to sign the papers for euthenization and seeing him one last time in the oxygen tank. I've never felt so much despair and sadness in my heart than the 10 seconds I held Rosco as he grasp for air. That was September 30th, 2005. He now rests in the backyard where he loves to play and with an apple tree planted next to him (since apples were his favorite fruit!). He now can play as much as he wants without getting tired so easily out in the place where he loved most with his favorite stuffed bunny and in those cold nights, he has his colorful favorite blankie wrapped around him. Rest in peace Rosco. We very much miss you and love you.
From what my sister has told me, Rosco was born on May 7, 2005 in Virginia Beach, VA and he was the first born and the first to walk in the litter. He was the smartest and most determined one which is why my sister chose him. Not only was the he intelligent, he was beautiful! Everyone he came across complimented on how handsome he was! Truly, a beautiful and remarkable dog he was and will always be.
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October 23rd 2005 12:48 am
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On October 21, 2005, I finally get a sign that Rosco is still around. My older sister, who brought Rosco to us, bought another puppy from West Virginia by the name Mathee. She's a Jack Russell Terrier and the cutest, smallest dog I've ever played with. Mathee needed to use the bathroom so my sister, my parents, and I brought Mathee to the front yard. As she went to use the bathroom around the same area Rosco usually went, she started to growl. I looked around to see what she might be growling at but there was nothing but the side of the neighbors house, bushes, and grass. As Mathee's fur stood up while she growled, it freaked out my family so we decided to bring her in. She kept growling while my sister held her to walk inside and we put her down in front of the door and she kept growling towards the door (a place where Rosco usually sits). She finally stopped growling when we distracted her from the door. Later on, when my sister and Mathee was leaving, we decided to put Mathee in the same place she started to growl outside. Nothing happened. We all came to a conclusion Rosco just wanted to meet the new puppy.
After that incident, I started to miss Rosco even more.
October 17th 2005 11:42 pm
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The hardest thing for me after Rosco's death was coming back to the house knowing he won't be waiting for me at the door. My parents packed away all of his belongings: his bedroom (the cage), his toys, his food, and his dog bowl which I just replaced with one of those cool adjustable height bowls. Oh, the dog bowl!! It's been three weeks since Rosco's passing and I still look for these things in the living room and the kitchen. Then I look outside the backyard hoping to see him running around or sitting on the step, but only to see his grave and his apple tree.
Now comes the barks. Sometimes I think he's still with me in spirit. Once, I was upstairs changing for work and my dad was coming up the stairs when I heard it. I heard Rosco's bark. Only once though, but very faint. I stood in the hallway for a minute trying to figure out what I just heard. I thought maybe its a neighbors dog or something, but I looked out the window and there were no dogs around. Then I asked my dad (who has been hearing the barks more than I have) if he heard something (not telling him what I heard) and he said he heard Rosco's bark as he was walking upstairs. He also told me that he's been hearing it before after Rosco died, but now its getting more faint. He rationalizes that Rosco is heading towards the light now and that maybe he just wanted to hang around for a while.
Maybe I'm a little selfish, but I wouldn't mind him hanging around a little bit longer.
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