Rocky Left As Well

You did not know him. He came into our lives right after you left, perhaps to help your brother. But he was too young, too lost to care for a 2 months old sick puppy.

Rocky was never sick for more than a decade after that day. He filled us with that simple joy of being there at every step.

Two months ago, fourteen years later, I held him for the last time. Like I held you.

Too many left since then – all four of your grandparents, Pita the Labrador who grew up with you and your brother. And now Rocky.

It has been 14 years since you left us wondering. And I still struggle to write these lines.

As I inevitably walk toward my own sunset, I hope it will be all flame, colour and celebration.

Just as you were for the 12 years on earth.

July 17, 2019

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019