Just as the plans for the store were gaining steam, we noticed our old boy, Rocki, was steadily losing weight. A trip to the vet confirmed our worst fears – he had cancer that had spread, for which there was no treatment.

I have trouble finding the words to convey how much Rocki meant to us. He could be annoying, persistent, and a pest – but he also gave me kisses on my cheek when I asked, and would sleep on the pillow beside my head. Grant was responsible for giving him the confidence to explore the back yard. He loved the outdoors (supervised, of course), and had some great adventures.