Rocky was beautiful boy inside and out. I had him since he was 8 weeks old. He gave our family so much joy. He was my little pumpkin! He watched me grow up as I had him through college and got to see me get my bachelors, masters, and be there for our wedding. He was even a part of my cake topper. He loved to play fetch and howl when the ambulance would drive by. He had a strong hatred for squirrels, possums, and raccoons. He was a great guard dog for sure! My mom loved him so much that he ended up living his golden years with her (she would not let him move in with me). While he slowed down as he got older he knew how to have a good time. He enjoyed too many tortillas, sopita, and caldo de pollo. Ultimately he got cancer at age 10. His surgery gave us an extra two years with him. But ultimately he waited until after my mom’s birthday and the last snow of the winter to let us know he was ready to go. He was 12 years old when he passed, surrounded by family and his fur brother Rex. He is missed so much!