College of Veterinary Medicine Home Pet Loss Hotline

Rosso was a rescued Ridgeback. We got him when he was six months old. His greatest joy was to be with people, his worst fear to be without them. He spent summer afternoons laying in the back yard with his tummy turned towards the sun. The cooler months were spent cuddled with a loved one on the couch. He would run forever with his half brother Mazi, practicing the art of brotherly love, by way of a neck bite. His Greyhound brother Spike and he would compete to see who could lay still the longest, inside or outdoors.  

  He loved football because it meant Dad was also not going to move for hours. He lived for weekends, gardening with mom, TV with dad and the company that was sure to come. We loved him but he loved us more. We miss him so much. Goodbye son

Troy and Julie C.

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