It’s been a tough couple of weeks in the Stuyt household.
On November 6 we took Rollo to the vet, knowing something was wrong, but not quite admitting to ourselves that it was most likely something serious.
On November 9, he was gone.
It was crazy how fast it happened, and it has sure changed things around here. A LOT.
Rollo was always a giant puppy to me. He was always a lapdog (note – 75lbs), he was always getting into trouble, and he always had a mischievous look about him, like he was calculating the best moment to slip one past you.
But he was the best, and the house is eerily empty and quiet without him. I don’t like it, and neither do the kids or Dave. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve walked in the house and called out hello and walked around the corner, only to find his hallway empty. It sucks. It really hit home how much of a family member he truly was.
It’s different without him. He would have been 12 years old this Friday and he had been with me pretty much my entire adult life. I miss having my buddy around and I miss always having him there.
It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure. We’ll always miss you, Rollo.