We have lost Rocket, the mini-doxie
A few nights ago at 18 years old.
I got him at an ASPCA function at a Calif. Petsmart when I lived out there. He was a year old then, and had been turned in by an older man who didn't feel like he could care for him properly. I remember having him in the shopping cart while he barked excitedly all through the store.
We definitely had our ups and downs between Calif and KY, but he came through like a champ. He attached himself to Mr. Bayard like velcro when we got to KY. They went everywhere together, watched TV together, and he always slept in our bed with us.
He really slowed down in the past year, and had to start wearing diapers. He went deaf and nearly blind, and was having trouble walking. He didn't want to eat lately. I thought we should put him down a few months ago. Mr. Bayard didn't want to. He buried him with one of his squeaky balls, with his squeaky cow on top.
We both catch ourselves looking and listening for him. He was a much loved little boy, and is sorely missed.
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May the memories of your good times always make you smile. 
18 years is a long time to share your life with a pet. Losing them is so very sad after that long family membership.
RIP little Rocket. 
Have loved, loved all my wieners.....I have had 3.....and miss them all. But I do know they will be waiting for us over that rainbow bridge........hope I and may-be you if you’d like, to meet them all. 
Doxies are really special. I know the void is deafening. Hugs to you both. I hope you find comfort in your happy memories.
Thanks to you and your family he received the best life a fur baby could have.
I am sure you had many happy times together and wishing you peace and gratitude for giving him a good life….
Rest in peace, sweet Rocket.
RIP Rocket
Our furry friends are so special and dear.
A piece of your heart has been torn away. I'm crying with you because I know exactly how you're feeling.
Remember this:
"And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
And I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.*
- Jimmy Stewart
I'm crying with you and am sending love & gentle cyber hugs.
Rocket will be remembered.
💔🚀-man❤️
Rocket would be wagging his little tail.
