My Friend Rosie – Rest In Peace

I’ve had part of this draft written for a while. I don’t usually post much about my personal life, but I decided that I might share a few photos of my pets so I made a rough draft. And then the photo prompt this week was friend, which seemed to be a good excuse to finally post this. However, around 9:00 yesterday morning, she passed away, so this is going to be a memorial post for her as well.

You may remember her from when I mentioned my pets on an award post:

Rosie, a couple of months ago.

This was 13-year-old Rosie (she would have been 14 in a few weeks). She went from seemingly happy and healthy on Sunday 23rd of April (she buried her doggie dish full of food. Again. 😜) to suddenly not being able to move on the 24th of April. I didn’t realize that eye-twitching and vertigo were symptoms of a heart attack or stroke in an animal, and she had had that happen twice before; so it’s very possible that she had a heart attack or stroke again, but we weren’t completely sure.

Sorry that it’s a bit blurry; I didn’t know how to use the camera very well back then, and I have few photos of her as a puppy.

For the first few days after that, she wasn’t able to drink on her own; I had to feed her with a turkey-baster. Then if I sat her up and propped her up with a blanket, she could drink and eat on her own. Finally, after a week or so, she could eat canned cat food that I mixed water with to make it more soup-consistency, and she enjoyed that immensely. (She loved fish. She really may have thought that she was a cat… XD )

You won’t find many photos of me on this blog, but I will share this one of me (or what you can see of me πŸ˜‰) and Rosie from 2003. I dressed up this way because I wanted to see if she and her siblings would recognize me if I covered my face and added antlers. She didn’t, and I had to reveal myself when she threatened to eat me alive. πŸ˜‚

I thought I would be faced with the decision to put her down when my mom and I brought her to the vet, but that wasn’t the case. The vet didn’t bring it up. I guess he could see that Rosie was a fighter and that she wouldn’t giving up even though she couldn’t move. The vet gave us some medicines to help with heartworms and help her get stronger. Lots of prayer and medicines later, she seemed like she might have been improving a bit.

As you can see from the above photos in chronological order, she was getting gray with old age – especially in the face. XD

Rosie, on the way home from the vet in her igloo that I converted into a makeshift dog carrier. XD

People always told me to never get attached to the “runt” of the litter, because they don’t live long. Rosie didn’t only live long, but she outlived all seven of her siblings and seven of her half-siblings. Here is a shot of – in order from left to right: Buddy (the big one), Daisy (behind Buddy) Angel (kissing Buddy), Sugar, Freddie, I don’t remember – it has been too long πŸ˜‚, Peekaboo, Rosie, and Lightning. The mother is Grunt. Yes, Grunt. This is proof that you never EVER let little-kid-me name a pet. EVER. πŸ˜‚

I still remember the day I named Rosie though. She got into everything, and I think my line of thought was “Nosy Rosie” and it was quickly shortened to just “Rosie.” And she was that type. Curious.

Rosie not letting me take a photo of wildflowers.

The last few months had been hard for her. She got bit by a poisonous snake. The vet told us to give her some antibiotic and a Benadryl, and that took the swelling down. And then a large tree fell, crushing her fence. Thankfully she wasn’t crushed too. (It also could have crushed our car, van, or house but it didn’t. God is good!)

The dead tree and Rosie’s yard. She is on the left, and that’s her doghouse behind her. Luckily, there was a divider right to the left of where the tree fell. (We used to have another dog she didn’t get along with years ago, and when he died she got the whole yard.) If you look at the right top of this photo, you can see the tall stump where it broke.

I know she didn’t like not being able to move. And I know she missed looking for turtles. When she found one, she went all “STRANGER DANGER,” barking like crazy, making me panic – only to find that she was warning us about a turtle. 😜 Squirrels could pick the peaches, deer could graze, raccoons could wander around, cats could stroll past, birds could fly by – but turtles could not waltz by without everyone knowing about it. What was so bad about a turtle? o_O I remember once when I found a turtle upside-down in her doghouse, with her asleep beside it while it was trying desperately to turn itself back over. I have no idea how she got her mouth around it to even do that. I rescued the poor thing, and when she woke up, she looked everywhere for her new “toy.”

Does this look like a scary face to you? (Also, note the mosquito flying around – that was an unexpected surprise. XD )

But I couldn’t give up on her. Even though she couldn’t move her tail, she was always so happy to see me, happy to eat, and just seemed happy overall. She loved peanut butter crackers for treats. I crunched them up so she could have some without choking, and she had some of that with ocean fish cat food around 7:30 yesterday morning. I left to do some other things for about an hour and a half (one of which was responding to comments and posting on here) and then my mom and I went back to check on her and she was gone. That fast. I think I’m still in shock over losing one of my best friends. But I know that she is in a better place, and I’ve been praying for the past month that if she died, it would be fast and painless, and it was.

I passed by her yard and it was so empty. No greeting. No barking. No tail wagging. Just an vacant doghouse and an lonely yard.

And as if Mother Nature knew this was happening, my red lilies bloomed yesterday morning, of all times to do so:

Isn’t that sweet? Blooming just for us? There was a part of me that wondered how Mother Nature could be so cruel as to try to bring cheer into such a sad day, but maybe, just maybe, they were celebrating her being free and entering the Kingdom of God.


56 thoughts on “My Friend Rosie – Rest In Peace

  1. I rejoice with you that you had a fine dog to be friends with. The loss is hard on you now, but remember sad hurt is a side effect of love when loss gets involved. You loved, this is important stuff. For now look to God for your hope to recover from this loss. You will experience God in a richer way if you do not waste the pain. Yes Give the pain to God and rest deeper in the truth of the all sufficient Gospel. God is not untouched by your loss of Rosie. God is with you and hates death.

    His hate of death was was expressed in the strongest way in the story of Lazarus raising from the dead at Jesus’s call. not many translations get the impact described in the moment, Deeply moved is not enough to convey the deep moving anger against death expressed by Jesus. The deep feelings you are having about death are a fellowship with God, even a worshipful agreement with Jesus. The big idea you are not alone in your grief,
    I hope your recovery is God guided and rich with deep honest sharing with our Lord.


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    • I had never thought about hurt being a side effect of love. You’re right. (Also, I think you have inspired a poem again… πŸ˜‚)

      Thank you for that advice; I think I did waste the pain a lot last weekend, and I don’t intend to anymore.

      What verse does it say “deeply troubled” in? I’d like to compare it to the KJV; if it is John 11:33, then it says “was troubled.” Just curious! πŸ™‚

      Thank you for your comment; I hadn’t thought of it this way before. A worshipful agreement with Jesus! Wow! πŸ™‚

      πŸ™‚ β™₯ Thank you!

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  2. This is such a beautiful tribute to your sweet friend ❀ so sorry you lost her. But I believe that dogs too become angels, and I have no doubt she’ll be with you every day 😊

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  3. A beautiful touching story and I am so sorry Rosie is not with you anymore but you will have these awesome memories to hold on to and to remind you she has never really left you. Thanks for sharing your words and photos with us; hugs from my heart to yours πŸ™‚

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  5. Well written, Grace, a nice piece in honor of Rosie. It is hard to loose a good, long-time friend like that. You will miss her for a while, but the grief will pass, and Rosie isn’t in any pain any more. Sadly, people can pass just as quickly as Rosie did. That’s why we need to always be prepared spiritually to go when we are called…(I like you in the glasses and antlers!)


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          • I went back and read a comment or two before this one to see why I said this, and it doesn’t seem to go with anything before it! Oh well…

            I actually learned to drive from classes in high school, (it was several, many, a lot of years ago!) I drove both an automatic and a stick-shift for one day of a five day class.

            This was just the first stick that my dad bought for me. I have owned a few cars in my lifetime, sticks and automatics…

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              • Yes it was the easiest. But I went through a phase which a lot of young guys go through where a stick-shift was best for racing your car! I know it was wrong, but it was fun and so I did it…Racing my car along a “squiggly” road, however, was how I crashed my car into a big open ditch and fractured two discs in my neck. I was just 17 years old and had to spend 6 weeks in the hospital healing. I never did THAT again!

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                  • I did my share of racing even after that incident. We had a lot of freeway extensions which were not open yet to the public…perfect for racing a car! I was so lucky the Lord was watching over me! I finally outgrew that desire!

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                    • Yes they were safer roads. Once I went so fast the front end of the car started to lift off the ground! I had three friends in the back seat which may have been one of the reasons. No question, the good Lord was watching over me, and my friends.

                      You know, the year after mt accident where I cracked the two discs in my neck, I was drafted by the Army. But, because of that neck injury, I didn’t have to serve in the military. America was winding down the war in Viet Nam then, but I may have had to go somewhere in the world and help fight anyway. The Lord got me out of that one! I thank Him for that…


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                    • It was a blessing…but with a cost I am now paying. My neck and back problems are a direct result of that accident, along with some other things in life I guess.

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                    • Thanks as always, Grace. I pray for you too!! I hope one day that you and I can have a bible study about what the Lord wants from His children…


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                    • Good morning, Grace! How are you this day? Are you out with your camera taking shots of all the critters in your neighborhood? Haven’t seen many in photos lately…been busy with other things lately I guess.

                      Yes, we should talk some about what the Lord wants from His children. Most of all He wants a sincere loving heart towards Him and others. He is a “God of the heart” above all else, so we need to be people of heart as well. We need to commit ourselves to His ways as much as we can, which is to be like Christ Jesus who died for our sins. That’s a lot of love right there, and all from the heart…

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                    • Good afternoon, Steve! πŸ™‚

                      I’m well! I overslept, but I’m well. XD Oh, I have been taking photos, I just haven’t uploaded them to WordPress yet. πŸ˜‰ Watch out for a few today!

                      Yes! πŸ™‚ Reminds me of First Samuel 16:7: “But the LORD said unto Samuel, ‘Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.’ ” He knows the hearts of all! But when you say that we need to be a people of heart, it should be the heart that follows Him. (I know that is what you meant. Following one’s heart isn’t a very good idea. I posted about that a year ago; I may reblog it soon.) Yes, we should walk in His ways. That is a lot of love! “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13. What a big heart He has! ❀

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                    • Yes, Grace, thank you for clarifying that for me. A person should not follow a heartfelt way of his or her own understanding, it needs to be supported by God through scripture. And yes, God’s heart is too big for us to even imagine! His love is so beyond our human understanding. Some great scripture to support your comment as well…good going, Grace! πŸ™‚

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                    • πŸ™‚

                      Yes! If our heart is following God, then I guess it’s okay to follow your heart because it is going the right way. But otherwise… no.

                      Yes! It’s mind-blowing how big His heart is! Thank you; it was fresh on my mind. πŸ™‚

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                    • And He is patient with all of us, wanting us all to come to repentance and not to be lost on the final day of Judgment. That’s why I want to do what I can to make sure I have done all He asks to receive eternal life…we all should do so!

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  6. There is a sadness in your heart for a long time when you lose a beloved pet. You will remember Rosie for a very long time. I am so sorry for the loss of your friend Rosie.

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  7. I’m so sorry I didn’t see this back on the 4th. I’m really sorry for your loss. They leave us too soon. But I believe all of them will be waiting for us if we just ask God to have them there when we arrive. *hugs*

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    • πŸ™‚ I understand; I’m really behind on reading a lot of blogs right now too. Thank you! β™₯

      I believe so too; which means that I’m going to have quite a greeting when I get there. I’ve had over 40 dogs and over 40 cats over the years. And I have 17 cats now. I’ll be lost underneath the loving welcoming committee! 😍

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  9. Such an endearing post. So sorry about Rosie. I really know how you feel, one of my first posts was “Do Animals Go To Heaven?” My current beloved furry friend is Maggie, articles about her there too! Will be following your blog. May the Lord continue to encourage and inspire you. 🌹

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    • Thank you! 😊 ❀

      There was a poem that my vet gave to me years ago (when I lost one of my beloved cats) called Rainbow Bridge that I thought was beautiful; it went like this:

      “There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass.

      When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. They play all day with each other in the meadows.

      There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them so dearly on Earth. So, each day, they run and play until the day comes when one of them suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches, the ears are up, the eyes are staring intently, and this one runs from the group.

      You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace like never before! Your face is kissed again and again and again and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never to be separated again.”

      After reading that, how can we believe that animals won’t be there? πŸ™‚

      Awww, Maggie is such a cute name! Is she a dog or a cat?

      I love your blog; I’ll be following you back. πŸ™‚

      Thank you; and may the Lord continue to encourage and inspire you as well! β™₯

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  11. I’m obviously still aching over the loss of my old, sweet girl because I was nearly in tears again reading this! I know that pain only too well. And my dog passed away in a similar way (except suffered a lot shorter- only 8 hours at the most and then she was gone). I wrote a blog post about getting over the grief of losing Trixie, but I still have the story of her death on draft. It’s still too painful and personal for me to share. Maybe I’ll post it on the first year anniversary of her death.
    But yes, losing a dog is horrible. Even with my new little puppy, I’ll oftentimes find myself wishing he was Trixie and even pretending that he is. 😦 I think a big disappointment too is that I think Greg will only get to 45ish pounds while Trixie was 100 pounds and I LOVE the big dogs (I’m still praying that God will allow God to let Greg grow nice and big! Lol). Haha, but I suppose that’s minor in the scheme of things. God knows what we need best, right?!
    Anyway, thank you for sharing this blog post. I sure did need it today! ❀

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    • Aww, I’m sorry! ❀

      I completely understand that. Yes, don't rush; post it when you are ready!

      Wow, 45 pounds? Haha, I don't know if this is a consolation or not, but my grandma always said that a dog grows to their feet. And Greg's feet are HUGE right now compared to his body. I'd say there is hope for him to get big. Maybe not 100 pounds though. I guess time will tell! πŸ™‚ My dog Buddy (one of my dogs when I was a kid – we had a LOT of dogs when I was a kid… XD) had feet like that and I'd say he was close to 100 pounds as an adult. He was the biggest dog we'd ever had. XD

      I think I'm the opposite – I'd rather have a smaller dog if I get another. Just small enough that I could handle him//her on a leash… Rosie was about 45 pounds and it wasn't going to happen. XD

      Yes, He knows best. πŸ™‚

      Aww, I was happy to share,. ❀

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      • I feel like his paws are pretty big too, so hopefully he’ll get pretty big. πŸ™‚ My last dog who got to 100 pounds never had super big paws until she turned 6 months, so maybe I’m just not used to a puppy with big paws. Lol! Either way, I’ll love him because he’s just too cute and his personality is so sweet!

        I totally understand the appeal to a little dog. I know several people who have smaller dogs and absolutely LOVE them. ❀

        Thanks again.

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        • Yeah! πŸ˜€

          Oh wow! I guess some dogs don’t get big paws as early in life as Greg then! XD

          Awww, yes! Haha, and I look forward to seeing him grow up through your blog! ❀

          πŸ™‚ ❀ Thing is, I think I'd fall in love with almost any size dog (or cat); I've never picked out a pet. They always have picked me! XD


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