WRNT is a 501 (c)(3) Corporation
Roscoe you changed my world.
I have been so overcome with
sadness and grief that I have not been able to even think
of corresponding until today. Thank you all for your
prayers and words of comfort. A piece of my heart is
missing and my heart physically aches because this special
and precious baby has left us. No one told me that I
was only going to foster him and that God was on the top
of the adoption list. That is how special this guy was -
God wanted him back. He took him at 8:00am Saturday
morning, at home - peaceful, quiet, & with the entire
family there. Because Roscoe was home, he could relax and
let us love on him. He only needed medicine once during
the night instead of every hour at the clinic. I thank
God for letting Roscoe's last night be so peaceful. I am
also thankful that this illness was quick and that he did
not have to suffer. That is my prayer for every animal.
We owe a huge thank you to
Westcreek Animal Clinic. The vets - both Dr. Gumfory and
Dr. Hendon are beyond amazing. They somehow managed to
staff the clinic with angels as well. I felt so at ease
knowing that all of my babies are loved and cared for just
like I would do. They kept him comfortable and attended
to his every need. I am truly grateful.
The minute I saw Roscoe in his
little kennel at Grand Prairie Animal Services, there was
this spark. We all love all of our dogs - but there is
always those that get into the inner depths of your heart
beyond what you can explain with words. Roscoe was one of
those dogs. I picked him up on October 7, 2008. The
instant I picked him up he melted into my arms. Not like
other dogs who are scared, struggling to get away, or
shaking. He just melted into me and my heart melted and
the deal was sealed! For Mark & I they are our furry
children - no question. I could not love them more if I
had given birth to them.
He was with us only four and
half short months, but it seemed like four and half
years. He instantly blended right in, picked up habits
like he had lived here his whole life, and seamlessly
joined in the pack. I can't explain it - he just
belonged. He was comfortable from the very beginning. He
was everybody's friend. He napped with Queenie when he
needed quiet time, attended to squirrel patrol with
Winston, and was the constant play companion of McPeanut.
Those two were inseparable - you would have thought they
were littermates. There is a great shot of the two of
them all warm & cozy in the "Westie chair". I call it
that because people cannot sit in it because it is always
occupied by a Westie.
Roscoe had this really cute
habit that none of our other dogs have done. He would
grab the blanket underneath him and make a "binkie" and
suck on it. He looked so content - and then would fall
asleep with the binkie in his mouth. It was the cutest
thing - I will definitely remember that wonderful picture
forever in my mind's eye.
Roscoe was Mark's little
buddy. He just would taunt Mark with toys by bringing
them up to him and dropping them close - but not too
close. It was hilarious! He quickly learned to catch the
tennis ball when Mark threw it up in the air. Every day
they played their little games together. Roscoe loved to
play anytime anywhere. He was very vocal and would bark
to try to get things going. He loved it when we chased
him in the back yard. He would leap with glee and cut a
corner like a cheetah. But, he also loved to look out the
window into the backyard in case the squirrels were in the
bird feeder. He and Winston would lay side by side on the
back of the couch keeping a close watch on everything.
They performed their "duty" with great skill.
Roscoe truly was special and
precious. He got along with all dogs and all people. One
of the pics is of our sweet little friend Rachel. All my
dogs adore her and her gentle spirit. Roscoe and McPeanut
took to her instantly. As you can see into he picture -
they are quite content with their young friend. Everyone
loved to give her kisses and would allow her to pet them
for hours. They all had to be on her or next to her when
she was here. It was adorable.
Our time with Roscoe was too
short. A piece of my heart is truly missing today. I
treasure the memories of this wonderful puppy - he was
only right at a year old. He was spunky, sweet, playful,
easy-going, silly, cute, loving. . . He will be
unbelievably missed because it was so sudden and because
he was so special. I know that my job on this earth is to
take care of the older, sick, and special needs dogs.
Even though I know their time is short, it is still
devastating to lose these precious little ones. But I am
extremely grateful that I got to share a tiny part of
their lives. It is beyond words what they have done for
me. Roscoe, you touched my heart in places that no one
will every do again. Roscoe you
changed my world.
Blessings,
Kelly
Kelly