It's been a while since I've posted. And while the saying is true that life goes on, you sometimes just don't feel like business as usual. It was with an incredibly heavy heart that I had to say goodbye to my gentlest of friends, my companion and confidante.
I rescued him once. Though it was he who chose me all those years ago in Battersea. And he saved me time and again. From myself, Februaries, the occasional heartlessness of London and and and.
He gave me 13 years. Unconditional it was not; my food was his and he helped himself to it. He was a Lurcher after all, Old English for thief, and he stole my heart.
Rocco, 2003 - 2017