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I understand that one. My boyhood dog was Rocky. The closest thing he ever got to a pedigree was when he chewed up my 7th grade dictionary and probably digested part of the "p's" somewhere along the line. Poor Rocky eventually died of cancer. I am in 60's, and I've just never been able to get close to another dog, even the ones that belonged to our children. I liked them, but never loved them as I did Rocky. Puts tears in my eyes just thinking about ole Rock.

I understand my fried.

I don't know your situation, but if you don't have a dog now, you ought to get one if at all possible. Dogs are probably the closest thing to "good" humans, as far as loyalty and friendship, without all the griping and complaining.

No doubt, there are other Rocky's out there, looking for a good buddy to spend his days with. Maybe even a sad Rocky that like you, lost it's beloved friend who happened to be human.