My Beautiful Rose
|September 1988 - June 25th, 2011|
Eating my roses - except the red ones! Being scratched under the chin.
Rosy was my best friend; my beautiful girl. I miss her wandering up to the gate to keep me company in the garden. I miss her being a "guard cow" and letting me know when strangers were around. I just plain miss her. There are no words which can describe the hole in my heart. Rest easy Rose. I love you.