I named him Rocky (inspired by boxer, Rocky Balboa and wrestler, The Rock) because I wanted him to grow up as a tough dog. The kind of dog that will bite anyone who would try to hurt me or my loved ones. He was a very meek puppy though. Never whimpered no matter how I or my nephews and nieces choose to hold or squeeze him. He was like a stuff puppy walking.
In less than two months, God gave, God take away.
I love you Rocky, goodbye!
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