…our sweet good boy
After several months of battling both a heart murmur and Cushing’s Syndrome, our sweet boy’s health took a sharp turn for the worse. This morning, at 9:45 AM, Roscoe was given the final shot by his vet. About 2 hours later, he was laid to rest way up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
Roscoe was about 10 when we adopted him and was an old set in his ways fart. He was also full of love and made us laugh. He was a very friendly guy, unless you were a cat. Even then, he’d mostly just give a woof or two, then walk on.
He was our first dog and we loved him very much.
He was a very good boy and we miss him terribly.
Edit from November 23/2014: It is over a 9.5 years since Roscoe died and it still hurts me to read his obit up there. I miss you, old buddy.
Edit from 10/1/2020: It was 15 years back in May. Some days I still miss him terribly.
Edit from 5/23/2022: It has been 17 years today. I still miss you, buddy.
1/26/2025: In 4 months, it will mark 20 years since Roscoe died. I have not been anywhere near his grave up in the mountains in all that time. I told myself that at the 20th anniversary, I’d go up and visit it, and so I shall. I kind of doubt I’ll ever do that for any of the other dogs.
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