We adopted Rosco in the spring of 2007. Mike and I were newlyweds; Rosco was our first shot at parenting.
From the start he was pure joy. A tiny little guy, best guess at his grown weight was 35 lbs (he topped out at 125!), he was afraid to go down stairs. We had to pick him up to carry him down our condo steps. Rosco was a bright fella. Would ring “Santa Bells” to let us know he needed to go potty.
Our little family had some ups and downs, our constant was Rosco and his love for us. He always knew how to comfort us and be the best friend anyone could ever hope for.
When Rosco became a “big brother” to our daughter Vivian, his life revolved around her. He oversaw anyone who held her, changed her, or walked her. He was her “Manny”, protector, playmate, dress-up partner, and selfless best friend.
Sadly as he became older, Rosco’s arthritis became uncomfortable. We tried swimming, acupuncture, laser therapy, medication. This is what ultimately made his life get cut short. On May 23, 2019 at 1:37 p.m., Rosco took his last breath. This was the most difficult decision in our life. Rosco left this world and entered the next.
We love you, Rosco. Every single day our hearts are full of sorrow, for we miss you so very much.
Michael, Erin and Vivian