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Leave a bone for Rosie
Nicknames:
Roser, Rosarie, Poser, Cutie, Sweetness, Cutie Pie
Doggie Dynamics:
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Sun Sign: 
Birthday:
June 22nd 1996
Likes:
PEOPLE!
Pet-Peeves:
people who don't like puppy kisses and mean people.
Favorite Toy:
friendly people.
Favorite Food:
anything not nailed to the floor, or moving faster than her!
Favorite Walk:
down to our property at the end of our road.
Best Tricks:
sneaking
Arrival Story:
Rosie was abandon at a lady's, who's name I don't know, house. She was brought to this lady's son's soccer game. Now, Rosie was very timid and she wasn't to fond of anyone, but it was love at first sight between Rosie and I. My sister was playing the last game of the season in the six year old season that fall day ten years ago. I saw Rosie, with all these small boys crowded around her. They were throwing things at her, calling her "Snow White," poking her, pushing her, and even hitting her, and no one was stopping them. I was four at the time and even I knew it was wrong to do the things they were doing to her. I wouldn't have gotten her at all if my mom hadn't over heard the woman say she would be taking her to the pound. You see, my mom had just gotten my sister's dog from the pound and she felt that sending a dog to the shelter was the worst thing you could do to a dog. Mom walked over to the lady, took the leash, and we left. Rosie hid under the car and only came out to see me for the first few days, but after my general out look on life began to rub off on her, she was more than friendly!
Bio:
We lived in a very small home with an even smaller back yard at the time and by the time our two babies had been back there for two hours it looked AWFUL! There was poop, mud, and dirt everywhere you looked. Now, as you know, this is not the best environment for a dog, so during the next year we found a home and moved out. Rosie and I were best friends. She knew exactly how to react to my moods. She knew when it was best to just leave me alone and she knew when I was ready to snuggle. I think the hardest times for her started when my mom, sister and I decide to quit home schooling and start public school. That was 5th grade. Rosie missed me, I could tell, but we still played as much as we could. About March 10 of this year, I noticed she was sleeping more, not moving near as much, slowed down on her eating and she had stopped meeting me at the bus in the after noon. I just attributed it to her age and arthritis, which she had badly. I didn't worry about it until my sister, who is 16, called me freaking out on March 20. We were both sick with influenza, the flu, so she had stayed at home, but I had gone with my mom to work. My sister said that Rosie had a nosebleed and we needed to get her to the vet immediately. She called my aunt who instantaneously left her job, she's a teacher, and rushed to our house to pick her, my dog Rosie (who was the size of a four year old), and Scooter (who is more the size of the average six year old) in her midsized SUV. They stopped by and picked me up. I was waiting and holding back tears at the edge of the parking lot. I got in the car and Rosie smiled at me and crawled into my lap. We drove as quickly as we could to the vet. When we got there the veterinarian told us she had fluid on her lungs and abdomen and that she had congestive heart failure. She told us the nicest thing we could do for our beloved Rosie was put her down. I couldn't even cry I was so shocked. My aunt and sister burst into tears while I stared blankly at my baby girl. She was a part of the family. SHE COULDN'T DIE! I wanted to hold her. The vet told us to say good-bye quickly and leave the room so she could euthanize her. As we were petting her and telling her how much we loved her, she looked up at her adopted brother of ten years and went into a coma. She died the moment we left the room. I still remember the look on her face when she looked at Scooter for the last time. One that showed no sadness. Just pure joy. One that said I'll wait for you. I'm crying right now, just thinking about her. I love her and miss her SO much. I still forget she's gone. I'll always remember my baby girl.
Forums Motto:
Friendlier than comissioned salespeople.
The Groups I'm In:
♥All Fur Fun♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE
Why I love dogs:
Rosie was the best dog a girl could ever wish for and I still forget she's gone. That was the hardest day of my life when she died and I'll never forget how much she loved me, just for being me. You know, it's hard for us to give unconditional love as people. We get hurt once and we never go back to that person who did us wrong. Dogs, they're different all together. They love with every fiber of their being. They will come back and come back no matter if you beat them, don't feed them, don't love them back, it just doesn't matter to them. They just love you. That's why I love my dogs!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| August 1st 2007 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
596582
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