Today we had Rosco put to sleep. It was not a
really hard decision since it was obvious he was not getting any better and in fact was getting worse everyday. He had full blown Lynphoma which did not leave us a lot of options. Even with chemo he would not have made it very long. Rosco was 7 years old which is already on the old side for an English Bulldog. By today he had not eaten anything at all in a day and had eaten very little over the last few days because the tumor was too big for him to open his mouth. We left Chance with Dan and Scott and I took Rosco to the animal hospital.
They were very nice and respectful. We were able to be with him and petted him and talked to him while the Doctor gave him the shot. It was so sad. Rosco was the best dog I have ever had. We got him when he was 9 weeks old from a breeder in Auburndale, Florida. He was smart and always wanted to make us happy. He would avoid any kind of negative confrontation at all costs. He was house broken two weeks after we brought him home and in the begining he pulled me a around when I walked him on the leash but after I stood my ground he backed off and didn't pull me any more. He was never afraid of anyone (except grandma's bird) and was friends with anyone who would pet him.
Once he got out of the gate when we were living in Fort Myers and instead of running away he waited infront of the gate for us to get home when a family drove by and opened their door he just hopped right in with them and drove off. We were lucky they put up posters and we got him back. He also hopped in the car with the mailman one time when he stopped to deliver a package. He was always nice to children and somehow new not to jump up on grandma when he stayed with her. When Chance came home for the first time Rosco knew instinctively that he was a baby who we had to be gentle with. He licked Chance and Chance loved him. Today when Chance saw him he squealed with excitement. I am sad that Chance did not get to spend very much time with him and that he will not remember him.
Rosco was our first baby. We loved him like a child and treated him like one too sometimes. He had his own cage and bed and treats and special food and he would hijack the bathmat if we left him out over night. He loved people and was most happy when he was around us. We loved him so much but we are sure it was time to let him go so he did not have to suffer. We had him cremated. He is placed in an Ossuary at one of the local cemetaries. I am not sure exactly where it is but we will go to find it soon. The last picture is of the Ossuary. The first towo pictures were taken just a few days ago and the next two were scrapbook pictures I made of him from pictures from when he was first born up to a few years ago. Rosco we love you and you can come back to haunt us anytime.
Today we had Rosco put to sleep. It was not a 
They were very nice and respectful. We were able to be with him and petted him and talked to him while the Doctor gave him the shot. It was so sad. Rosco was the best dog I have ever had. We got him when he was 9 weeks old from a breeder in Auburndale, Florida. He was smart and always wanted to make us happy. He would avoid any kind of negative confrontation at all costs. He was house broken two weeks after we brought him home and in the begining he pulled me a around when I walked him on the leash but after I stood my ground he backed off and didn't pull me any more. He was never afraid of anyone (except grandma's bird) and was friends with anyone who would pet him.
Once he got out of the gate when we were living in Fort Myers and instead of running away he waited infront of the gate for us to get home when a family drove by and opened their door he just hopped right in with them and drove off. We were lucky they put up posters and we got him back. He also hopped in the car with the mailman one time when he stopped to deliver a package. He was always nice to children and somehow new not to jump up on grandma when he stayed with her. When Chance came home for the first time Rosco knew instinctively that he was a baby who we had to be gentle with. He licked Chance and Chance loved him. Today when Chance saw him he squealed with excitement. I am sad that Chance did not get to spend very much time with him and that he will not remember him.
Rosco was our first baby. We loved him like a child and treated him like one too sometimes. He had his own cage and bed and treats and special food and he would hijack the bathmat if we left him out over night. He loved people and was most happy when he was around us. We loved him so much but we are sure it was time to let him go so he did not have to suffer. We had him cremated. He is placed in an Ossuary at one of the local cemetaries. I am not sure exactly where it is but we will go to find it soon. The last picture is of the Ossuary. The first towo pictures were taken just a few days ago and the next two were scrapbook pictures I made of him from pictures from when he was first born up to a few years ago. Rosco we love you and you can come back to haunt us anytime.
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*hugs* I am so sorry for your loss. Though I know it's difficult, try not to be too sad. Rosco is probably looking down at all of you and he wouldn't want to see you sad. He is free of his sickness now and is in the best hands now-God.
Love Heather (& Tyler)
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