Booby's Ink: February 2011

My dog Rocksy died suddenly just before Christmas and needless to say, we as a family were just devastated. Like all our other dogs, she was a stray we had found wandering near my grandmum's place. She had been hit by a car and had an injured paw so we decided to take her home just to nurse her back to health. But again, just like all our other dogs, once she came in she simply refused to leave and soon became the queen in our house!

My brother's first tattoo. He took it like a man and commented that it didn't hurt at all :)

And when i say queen, i mean the most extravagant food and pampering. She would turn her nose up at things deemed not good enough for her and of course my mum would make sure she got only what she wanted. There were days when she would refuse to eat simply because she expected to be fed, by hand, by my mum.

In fact her whole food time was a ritual. She wouldn't eat until i pretended to want to steal her food, then she would growl and bark at me and do this whole cute wiggle with her backside then finally eat. And again only if my mum sat there and watched and coaxed her to eat! A family friend actually told us that she wished she were our dog cos she got such fantastic treatment!

Not only was she the most beautiful dog we had ever had, given our hobbit proportions, she was also the tallest person in the house!! LOL! Whenever my mum took her out for her walk, she would quite literally turn heads and people would come up to my mum just to compliment her.

She was definitely closest to my mum and was her shadow. She would follow her everywhere! Even when she went to the bathroom she would wait right outside the door. And if my mum were to go out for a while, she would sit with the longest face and refuse to eat and until she came home. And when she finally did come home, Rocksy would bark and lunge at her as if scolding her for going out....nevermind that it was only for 5 minutes!

My first coloured tattoo. Prem commented that the red symbolized that she was my blood sister and i thought that was so apt.

Contrary to what Prem likes to say, she was also extremely smart. Pet tricks aside, she could actually open our house door. She would jump up and actually press down on the knob with her paw so that she could sit and wait for my mum to come home. And when it was prayer time, she would jump up unto the couch to sit with us.

I loved how whimsical the design looked. Reflected her playfulness.

My relationship with her was one of two siblings who were always fighting with each other. I constantly annoyed her whenever i could and truth be told, she actually enjoyed it as well. As for my brother, she absolutely adored him! She was with us for 11 years so it was only fitting that we got something to remember her. She was really the sister i never had and i seriously doubt that anyone could ever take her place.

We miss you very very much Rocksy girl!