There was a little hint of "rose"
in the sky, the day she left us

Rosie and one of her many beloved cats "Sissy"

By Bob Weaver

Our dog Rosie was a gentle soul, no grab and growl, not once, it was her spirit. She, like all the dogs we've loved before, in and out of every door, died yesterday.

She would almost ask permission to eat her food, showing respect to her human beings day and night, and other animals too, especially our cats, she mothered and groomed them everyday, and they loved her.

She would gently scratch on our bedroom door when she wanted out at night and would get sad-eyed when all the kids left.

When I would talk to her, I would advise her my words were directed to her soul, her large rolling eyes would listen intently.

Like most of our dogs, we rescued her. She was abandoned along the West Fork of the Little Kanawha River, our grandson August immediately naming her Rosie in the middle of a birthday party,

I've often thought if the soul of dogs would be in charge of the world, the world would know peace, defying ill-spirited human beings who like to kill each other over greed and power, while we attempt to stand on the mountain as the supreme mammal.

She joins many other friends in our pet cemetery near our house at Hur, first established about 75 years ago.

Rosie was an esteemed creature in God's world.

If by grace I would land in Heaven, enjoying the company of family, friends and neighbors, I would hope there would be a large grassy flower-laden meadow beside a quiet stream where I could stroll and play with all the dogs we've loved before, in and out of every door.

St. Francis of Assisi said, "All things of creation are children of the Father and thus brothers of man. ... God wants us to help animals, if they need help. Every creature in distress has the same right to be protected."