He was just a young pup
That day you brought him home
And who would ever guess
How fond of him we'd grow.
He grew to be quite large
Yet seemed quite unaware
He thought he was still small
As he romped here and there.
We were told that Boxers
Don't get this large of course
There certainly were times
We thought he was a horse.
Yet as time slipped slowly by
We could see age creeping up
He didn't have that playfulness
We saw when he was a pup.
The playful light that was in his eyes
It began to grow quite dim
Yet the pain was still unbelieveable
The day that we lost him.
For somehow this dog called "Rocko"
Of this family had become a part
He'd romped and loved his way
Right into all our hearts.
Now he's in doggie heaven
Where he's gazing down from above
On each and every one of us
With eyes still filled with love.
This was written for my son-in-law, daughter and grandchildren.
We'll all miss him, but he'll live forever in our hearts!
Written by Lynn Kitchene March 30th, 2004
He was such a beautiful boxer that the pics don't really do him justice.
