Yes, he was my dog for the past 11 years. I remember getting him like it was yesterday. I think I ran away screaming when he jumped on me for the first time. I was 8 and I was never a big fan of dogs. He was super playful at first but as he got older, he grew feeble. The executive decision to lay him to rest came after my Christmas break. I wasn't home but I can only imagine what Michael was going through during that time. He loved Rocky, no matter what he did that I thought was stupid. However, despite the fact that Rocky ate Nature's food and barked for no reason at all, I loved him too. Michael and I weren't the only ones who loved Rocky either. I'll never forget how people would come over and tell me how awesome they thought he was.
So here's to you, Rocky Puddles Stone. Although it may of seemed like I didn't appreciate you a lot of the time, I loved you. After all, you always made sure that Michael and I were safe and sound. :)
And by the way, I'm dreading coming home and not seeing those puppy dog eyes of yours...