Dear Rhody,

My dearest baby girl Rhody I found you on I-95 when you where not even nine months old. Abandoned, beaten, sick and scared. I thought I would rescue you that day but you spent ten years rescuing me.

“You need to think with your head and not with your heart, we have to put her down,” they said—but I fought so hard for you and you fought harder for me through the years.

My best friend, soul mate, love, muse, comedian, lover of all people, hairy four-legged daughter—you brought me and your big brother Rockstar such tremendous joy.

Please remember you will always be in my heart until we meet again and I hope you know how much I love you. My bed—I mean your bed—will never be as comfortable, as warm or as perfect without you laying beside me.

I love you Monkey.
Your Momma and Rockstar.

Breed: Rescued Rottweiler

Posted by Victoria Arocho


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