You came into my life as an abused dog, with not much hope in your eyes. When I saw you, I just knew that we were meant to be together. The shelter I worked for said they were about to give up hope, however one of the workers saved you for me.(I was on vacation) I was told you would not eat, and you just sat in the corner alone and afraid. I entered your cage, and within 2 minutes you and I made the decision to walk through life together. I whispered in your ear that you would never feel pain or neglect again....and so our life began together. I gave you a royal name, befitting of a dog with such beauty and grace. I named you "King's Trophy of Roca." However we shortened it to just Roca. You seemed to like it just fine. Already 6 years old and kept on a chain for your whole life, it only took you two weeks to train to potty outside!! You were so smart. I never could get you to play ball, as you would run and hide when something was trown (only to play) in your general direction. You were always there when I needed a friend. You saw me through a divorce and brought me out of depression. Never asking for anything in return. I did keep my promise by not letting you suffer, and by the age of 10, you were ready to say goodbye. I tried to hang on to you, more for me, however we both agreed it was time. The years of abuse before I knew you took it's toll and I had to let you go earlier than I would have liked.

Roca, please wait for mommy at the bridge, I won't bring a ball or a toy...just a bone and a blanket, so we can lay and bask in the sunshine just like we used to when you were here with me.

I love you baby boy...You will always remain in my heart as my best friend!!!!!