Broken Hearted Ramblings : All Doggies Go to Heaven

I have been thinking about how to write this post for several weeks now, and all I have are memories that are too difficult to put down in writing. I wanted this to be a tribute, but it seems so hard to wrap my head around how to say what I want to say, and still the fact that this is a reality.  Please forgive me for the ramblings that may occur.

For the past eight years, I was lucky enough to have a dog at home who loved me, and my family unconditionally. He made my days brighter, my grumpy moods go away, and was always ready and eager for a run. Running is what he was made of. In fact I credit him for my running days that I just wasn’t in the mood for. He always helped me get up the steepest him, the longest trail, and the most painful scrambles to get home when we were lost. He never backed down when I craved adventure, and I loved him for that among many other things.

I never was a runner until I realized how much of a runner he was.

He helped me find a piece of me that I never knew existed, something that I was also made of. He lived his days waiting for me to break out my running shoes, and he knew exactly what was expected of him when we set foot out that door, it was his job.


After he passed away, I had to find the courage to go run. I all of a sudden was alone on our favorite paths. The squirrels would run by without fear of being chased. The neighborhood dogs didn’t bark. I had no leash to hold.

Running is something that I love and will continue to love. I will run with his spirit, and remember the joy I would see on his face. I know that I have a doggy running his little heart out in heaven when I feel like I can no longer continue on.


Thank you Rosco for all the love you shared. Thank you for being my protector. Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ever ask for. Thank you for not eating everything out of my garden. Thank you for sleeping right by my side. Thank you for waking up everyday and running with me, even though you were still tired from the 12 miles the day before. Thank you for making me run the fastest when my legs were the heaviest. Thank you for sharing apples with me on our adventures. Thank you for being you.













Rosco and I
Rosco and I

I will always remember you and will love you forever.IMG_1589

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