We found you on our honeymoon, a small bundle of buff-colored fur that still had your milk teeth. You hopped right into the truck cab and into our hearts. We took you home to your brother, Sebastian James, who decided you were HIS baby! And you were until Sasha passed away. Then you had a sister, Lady Katherine. She adored you! She passed away, too, and you got very depressed. Then we brought home your sister, Grace Marie. She loved you so much! You taught her the finer points of life. Gracie is sleeping on your bed now and playing with your favorite toys. She misses you greatly!|
Rocco, you were a joy to those at Borgess Nursing Home. The residents loved you and looked forward to your visits. The first time you ever did a therapy visit, you walked into it like you owned the place - and you did! That was how you went through life - like you owned it! What a philosophy! We should live more like that as a tribute to you, our beloved son.