Rosie was my first companion after the passing of my grandmother Rose. On a whim I went to the pound just to look and there was a pup named Rosie. Once seeing her I feel instantly in love with her. Needless to say with the name I felt my grandmother brought her to me to be my guardian. 12 years later I had my first son, William. At first I was afraid Rosie would feel unwanted or replaced, but as it turned out she became his guardian and protector. When William cried she was right there. When he slept she was right there. Where William was Rosie made sure she was there with him. As William’s first birthday approached Rosie’s health suddenly took a turn. 10 days after my son turned one Rosie passed away. I truly feel Rosie was brought to me to guide me through that phase of my life. Although I miss my Rosie everyday I know she is guiding and protecting me and my son. Rosie thank you for all the love you gave me. Thank you for being my support when I needed it. I miss you and love you. Rest in paradise sweet girl.