A/N: Dedicated to my best friend
I had never loved a dog as much as I loved Rowdy.
I loved him from the very moment I saw him.
There was just something about him.
Something that drew me in.
Plus he was the cutest puppy I have ever seen.
It is interesting, what I said on a previous post
that I would feel if Rowdy died
is nothing compared to what I felt when dad told me.
("I would be destroyed if my Rowdy died. I'm sad whenever I think I'll go back to Provo without him.")
I had no idea what I was talking about.
Destroyed? Sad?
It's way worse than that.
I like to think that God wanted Rowdy because he was such a good dog.
Even tho he was not completely potty trained...
He got hit by a car on July 21st, 2010.
He was born on May 8th, 2009.
A year and 2 months old.
My baby died.
I promised him that once I graduated
I would bring him to the States with me.
But he didn't wait for me.
He was so rowdy I am not surprised.
Now he will be waiting for me up in Heaven.
*
We fell in love from the very first time.
He was a little angel and liked to play a lot.
Then he started growing and getting those little teeth.
I wanted to take him to Provo with me.
He had our hearts in his paws.
These are pictures from the last time I ever saw him.
He loved playing with those little balls.
(April 2010)
And these are from his resting place.
It took all my courage to go there and accept he was gone.
(August 2010)
