Rocco’s story began, as stories
sometimes do, when another story ended. His
entrance into our lives was facilitated by seemingly random and unexpected
events, but the initial event was one that we expected and dreaded. We lost our beloved Dachshund - Cecil. He was our first Dachshund. Cecil was a kind, loving soul and his arrival
heralded the birth of our love affair with doxies. He was also the genesis of a great deal of
healing for our family, for which we will always be grateful to him. Our years with Cecil and then Lily, who came
two years later, were filled with joy.
During these last couple of years Cecil
started to decline, the ravages of old age simply taking their toll on his body. He made a couple of remarkable comebacks and
we were grateful for each one, but by late 2012 he had started his final
descent. It was difficult for all of us.
He passed away in early March and while
we were relieved that he was at peace, we were heartbroken (link to the full tribute of Cecil's life
It was a trauma to help him pass and
not easy to deal with the loss of a friend who had been with us for Fifteen
years. After he died, we decided not to get
another dog for a while. We were firm in
that decision. Really firm, but the universe had other
plans, as you will see – and the story continues.
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