Today I was thinking about my doggy Rocco. I have had him since I was four. He died about a year and a half ago, due to some cancer that had spread through his body. Rocco was my best friend, he slept with me all the time and even watched TV with me. He was the family dog but we saw him more as family than just a dog. For Christmas we had a stoking for him with the rest of the family stockings. Every year I use to go to Pet.Co and get him a bag full or treats and a toy. He saved our lives a couple of times. This one time my mom almost sat on a bee and Rocco quickly jump on the couch to sit on it and he got stung just so my mom didn’t. My aunt has really bad asthma, this one night we were all sleeping and she had attack and none of use new. But Rocco did he ran to my grandparents room and started scratching and parking at the door to wake them up. My grandparent quickly got up knowing something was wrong then later found my aunt not being able to breathe then they took her to the hospital. Rocco was always there. We use to take him to family trips to the beach even though there weren’t dogs allowed at the beach. Haha. I have 3 little cousins and man they loved Rocco. He always uses to play with them and watch them. When Rocco knew something was wrong he would go get me and somehow show me what was not right. Everyone that met him feel in love with him. We used to take him everywhere we could. He was getting old though. We knew something was wrong with him when he wasn’t as happy as he usually was. He started hiding under the couch and we just thought that he was sick but that he would get over it but he didn’t. When someone comes home from work he’s the first one to greet them. He stopped running to the door. One day when my parents got home they had to call him to come out from under the couch. He came out super show and limping he was walking so slowly. So we decided to take him to the animal hospital. I hadn’t seen him that whole day. The animal hospital kept him to 2 days. The second day my mom came home crying and went straight to her room. Then my dad came up stairs and told me that they had to put him down. I started bursting in tears like I am right now. I wish I could have said bye and told him how much I love him. I never got too. L. My parents said it would have been hard for me to see him suffering like that. It was a family loose we all cried even my dad, grandpa and grandpa they never cry. It was the hardest thing. It took us a good moth for everything gets better. The house was empty without him it was quiet and lonely. Holiday will never be the same. I miss him soo much!! I love you Rocco P. Ramos
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