My name is Rocky

My name is Rocky

Marlène

My name is Rocky, I'm a crafty little Jack Russel and I need to tell you my story.

One day, when I was three months old, my mistress came to take me away from a cage that was so sad, and at first sight I was madly in love.

Little by little, she educated me, and gave me all her love, so pure she realized over time that I had behavioral problems, because I was afraid of people I didn't know and that made me a little aggressive, and I didn't want anyone to get close to my mistress, she was mine, so she followed the vet's advice and it worked quite well, and she continued to love me and spoil me...

One day, she realized that my grumpiness was not going to change and to my great joy, she loved me even more and said: “You know, I love you as you are, you're my little heart and I wouldn't give you up for anything in the world...”

So off I went to find my favorite pebble in the garden and brought her as usual to play with her and Jessie, my sister at heart, a sweet little Cairn Terrier.

Already 3 years old and I was always by her side as she went through a difficult period.

And then one evening, she took Jessie and me out into the garden to play and bark after we'd passed a few times in the allotment, while she went about her business in the house.

Suddenly, I saw her pulling me out of the water, shouting my name, screaming for help and putting pressure on my chest, I didn't understand and then suddenly seeing her crying and putting Jessie in her room so she wouldn't see me unconscious, I heard “Rocky Rocky my God no”.

But I was already dead and ready to join the animal kingdom.

The cause of the accident is known only to me, but not to my mistress...

She doesn't understand, the pool was above ground and too high for me to reach, and I was afraid of the water when she wasn't there. She didn't understand and feels guilty, she didn't hear or see anything...

She was in the house and I was in the garden, she who was so suspicious and protective, a real caring mother...

And I see her cry often and hear her thinking about me all the time.

She also thinks of Nikita, her parents' two-year-old daughter who died in a car crash a week before I did...

I'm with her now, we play, we're happy and we love her.

It's not her fault, I know that...