I've been dreading writing this but Rocco has been weighing heavy on my mind lately. I'm dedicating this post to my babies. My sweet little puppies.

Jacob and I adopted Rocco, our handsome dachshund-mix about a year and a half ago from a shelter. He was about 4 or 5 but acted like a puppy. Completely full of life, he would play until he fell asleep on your chest. He loved to run and would run until his little legs couldn't carry him anymore (which was not very often!) He welcomed you home with the sloppiest of kisses and would lay by your legs all night long. He loved all of his toys and his people and could turn even the craziest cat lady (my mom) into a dog person. We only had him for a year but it felt like we had him our whole lives. He was the truest friend I ever had.
And then all of the sudden, he stopped eating. He was drinking a lot of water and looking really dazed. We got really worried one night and brought him to the emergency vet and our university. They ran some tests and told us everything was probably fine but they needed to keep him overnight. We got a call the next morning. They told us he had Stage V Lymphoma. We were completely overwhelmed and heartbroken but full of hope...our baby was a fighter.
They told us we could maybe have another year or two with him. He started chemo but he had some other problems that were pretty uncommon. He had to stay at the vet day and night from then out. We brought him toys and his favorite blankets. I was not used to seeing him so inactive and sleepy but I stayed strong whenever we visited him. We had an amazing oncologist and residential student who let us visit him anytime we wanted. Every morning we got a phone call updating us on his situation. Waiting for the call was so nauseating.
He fought as hard as he could but in the end his little body just couldn't do what he wanted it to do. We know he loved a lot of people and a lot of people loved him. We said goodbye to him. We were with him until the very end and he was so brave. Rest peacefully our first baby boy. You will live in our hearts forever.

After two miserable weeks, my mom and I were at Petsmart when they happened to be having a dog adoption event. We were about to walk into the store when I looked over at my mom and saw her eyes were huge a big smile was spreading across her face. Then I saw him. A small, scared, brindle miniature dachshund. We took him out to walk around with him. He was so nervous and gentle. I called Jacob and the rest is history! We decided to name him Oswald.
Oswald carved a new place in our hearts and we fall more in love with him every day (it's hard not to when you see his big otter feet and his huge brown eyes.)
We were worried at first if it was too soon. But we just have so much love to give. And Rocco would have loved his new little brother. We still talk about Rocco all the time and miss him so much it hurts. But he was physically hurting and now he can't hurt anymore. That brings us some peace.

Thank you for reading this and thank you everyone who followed Rocco's journey through my Instagram. The outpour of support was truly amazing and really helped me get through some tough times. If anyone reading this is having or has had a similar situation, please feel free to email me if you need someone to talk to. Having people to talk to was the best therapy for me, even if it was from total strangers.

Hug your furry babies extra tight tonight!
xo Charlie

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