We brought Rocko home in January of 2013. He was 8 weeks old and the sweetest baby. He was easy to train, a wonderful listener and immediately my best little friend. We were inseparable. For almost 14 years he was right by my side. Never aggressive, always happy to see me, the perfect buddy. Everyone who met him absolutely fell in love with him. The last week without him has been agony but I take some solace in the fact that he is now free. I miss his face and little eyes watching every move I make. His nickname was Puppalicious. And it suited him.  

He loved our lakehouse. He loved to run out to the end of the dock and sniff the air. I snapped a picture of him doing this and it is one of my favorite pictures of him. He loved out boat. He was born for lake life. 

Everything feels empty without him. 

-Deanna S.