Rosie Roo
We adopted Rosie in December 2013. She was a stray from a pound, and she went through several homes and bounced back to her foster home a couple times while she was in rescue. I offered to foster her, but she fitted in so well with Az and Brythen and the cats that I quickly decided to adopt her.
She has been gradually slowing down for years, but this weekend, her legs began to go and she was starting to have difficulty breathing. It was clearly time to say goodbye. She was always terrified by trips to the vet, so I asked for a home visit, which I think was the right call: it was easier on her, and all of us.
She was always Pp's favorite of all the dogs we've ever owned or fostered. We called her the weird alien cat, because she never behaved much like a dog, and went through life wide-eyed and baffled by so many things. Not squirrels though. She definitely knew about squirrels.
She was always a bit baffled if we met Pp out in his car when we were walking. She didn't recognise him at all if she could only see the top of him: clearly the vital thing for recognition were his legs and feet.
I'll always remember the holiday we had with Rosie on the Caledonian Canal. She found the boat so very scary at first, but adapted to it wonderfully, and soon was enjoying sitting up on top in her dog bed, being admired and snapped by tourists passing by. She went to Essex to see Maldon, and for a lovely sunny holiday on the Fal, to Helford where she found the otters fascinating, but was scared of the sealions, and on many many Tamar Valley explorations.
I have lost track of how many times I swore I would own no more salukis due to Rosie Roo, but right now I would adopt her and do it all over again if I could.
When she was young and lovely running through the woods in spring.
She was terribly thin at the end, but she still managed to wobble down to the beach on Saturday and almost all the way back.
