Dear Ms. Olie,

I am not sure if you remember me or not.  My name is Rocky.  I have tried to stay in touch with you a couple of times through the years by sending you letters and cards and letting you know how I was doing.  But, over the years my life had become so overwhelmed with fun and frolic, that time has just kind of passed too quickly.  You rescued me in 2002 and I was then adopted by a couple of guys who lived in North Las Vegas.  Maybe you remember me, maybe not.  But I want you to know that I remember you.

After I was adopted, my adoptive parents moved to Montana.  Do you know that I was almost 3 years old at the time, and that I had never seen snow??  Oh my goodness....what was I missing all those years?  It was just fantastic! You can roll in it, and dig in it, and almost bury yourself in it. Wow...what a life!   And in the spring and summer we go camping in the forest and I play with squirrels and birds and my brother dog, Shadow.  Fun times!!

Well, last month I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma of my right leg.  Dr. Doug explained to my adoptive parents that with my age there was not much treatment that could be done.  I hurt a little bit, and Dr. Doug gave me pain medication that my adoptive parents gave me three times a day.  It made me very comfortable and I was able to get around somewhat on three legs....holding my hurt leg up as I walked and ran around.  Dr. Doug had  me
on a special diet for several years because I guess I was a little overweight.  But now, Dr. Doug said I could have whatever I wanted.  Oh my goodness, I had ice cream, donuts and all kinds of special things to eat that I really love!!

But one morning (June 12th) I woke up kinda not feeling as well as I usually did.  I wasn't hungry, I would drink some water and throw it back up.  I hurt more than I did before.  I couldn't walk very far anymore without
having to lay down and rest for about 10 minutes....and then get up and walk another five feet or so.  It was hard for me to go outside.  (And I really didn't want to anyway).  It didn't seem like I could pee and poop anymore.

The next day, things gradually got worse.  I just wasn't myself anymore.  I knew my adoptive parents were very concerned about me.  I gave them that "special look" to let them know that it was time for me to cross over  "The
Rainbow Bridge".  I was ready.  We went to Dr. Doug's and I got all kinds of special hugs and kisses and "Good Boy's and then I fell asleep.  I felt much, much better.  I am now resting comfortably in my back yard surrounded
by the beautiful pine trees with the birds and squirrels that I loved so much.

Ms. Olie, I just wanted you to know that my "Special New Life" began all because of YOU.  Thank you so much for what you did for me, and what you have done and still do for the other Saints....and those special breeds that
don't happen to be Saints.  We all love you so dearly.  You are held in a special place in all of our hearts up here across the Rainbow Bridge.  One day, when that special time comes and you have to leave this world, we all
hope you will take some time, cross over that Rainbow Bridge, and come see all of us again.  It will be one big giant party!!

I have attached a picture of me.  I am hoping, if you have the time, you could add me to the Rainbow Bridge section of your website.  I know my adoptive parents would appreciate it, and also I think I look kinda cool with my Montana hat on.

Thank you again, Ms. Olie.

All my Love,
Rocky "da Dawg"