Whenever I'd stop petting you, you would look at me with a sad face and place your paw on my hand. You were too big for a lap dog, but that wouldn't keep you from trying to sit in my lap whenever I was on the computer. I would have to fight you for the ball so we could play catch. And that blanket. You always liked that blanket, wouldn't go to sleep without it.
Rocky, I miss you. You were such a great dog, I was lucky to have you in my life.
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