Roscoe

Roscoe was the biggest, most important part of my life. He was my best friend and loving pet. He always ate the spiders in the house because I am scared of them. I would scream and he would come a runnin'. He would automatically start searching for the spider, rubbing his nose up and down the base boards...usually I would have to point to it and he would go crazy to kill it. He was my little man and was the only dog to ever protect me...even though he was only a dachshund. He had such a big heart and the Vet told my mother that Roscoe was one of the most timid and tender hearted animals he had ever treated. Roscoe was given to me when I was 7 years old. My mother bought him at a flee market and brought him home. He was so little. He grew up though. As he got older and fatter, he developed diabetes and went completley blind. Yes, dogs can get/have diabetes. Anyway, he was always a fat boy. He loved treats. So, it was probably the weight and treats that got him that way. I kind of feel bad, because maybe if we had limited the treats when he was young, he would not have gotten diabetes. Basically, he lived a wonderful life. He was spoiled rotten...more than you can imagine. We gave him everything he wanted...love, attention, played with him, held him like a baby. He pretty much was a baby to us. I loved him with all of my heart. He was my best friend. He lived to be 13 years old. He died 2 months after his 13th birthday. I could not be there, due to living so far away now. My mother held him in her arms as he slipped away. I have been torn up ever since. I miss him and have bad dreams about him being gone. I had my mother place him in a clear rubbermaid box and put his blanket and dog bed in with him. I also had her put some of his favorite treats in a ziploc bag in the box with him. They lined the so called casket with all of our pictures so that you can see them from the inside. If 100 years from now someone digs up that spot and finds his casket...they will know this animal was loved as much as, if not more than, a human. Man, he was like my hero. When you see his picture, you will know why I would have given a couple toes or something to have him back. I don't really know if I will ever get over the loss of my little love, but I do know that he will forever be my screensaver and background on my cell phone and computer screens. My whole life, I never had a better friend. No human could have done a better job. Now it is God's turn to keep him safe and loved until I get there. I cannot wait to hold him again and give him a big kiss-kiss. He also had some nicknames. They were Bubbas, Kiki, and Coco. I don't know why...they just were. R.I.P. my little hero.

Mandy Thomas