So here I am not knowing what to write. It's not because I have writer's block, it's because I don't want to cry or hurt anymore. But I feel like Denver deserves to written about. Not just about his last days, but about the life he had with us and his pack.
We got Denver the same year we got Rocko, 2006, but a few months later(around August or so). Denver had to be just barely 8 years old because he was born somewhere around June of 1998. And you're probably wondering, where the heck did Denver live the other seven or so years of his life and how'd he come to live with us? Well, lemme tell ya. He belonged to my brother in law and sister in law, Audrey and Aaron. Aaron adopted him from the SPCA and gave Denver to Audrey as a present either for her birthday or Christmas, not really sure. She was so happy with receiving this cute puppy as a present that she carried him around (a lot!) like a baby with his paws hanging off her shoulders. Now as Denver grew up he got to go on many trips with Aaron and Audrey and met some canine buds along the way. He had a great life with them! But, he just could not stop running away. So now you're thinking, why in the world would this dog run away if he had such a great life with them? Well, quite funny, up until this day, it is to be believed that Denver had a girlfriend a couple of miles away that he'd like to visit. He did a lot of dumpster diving too...lol. The county pound was tired of catching him and Aaron just couldn't afford to keep bailing Denver out of canine prison. So, him and Audrey decided it would be best if they found Denver a better place to live and what better place than to be with us!
Our pack had grown from 3 to now 4 and being dog people, especially me, we loved it! Rocko loved it best because that was the start of lifelong friendship. They were inseperable. Unless it was to the vet, they went everywhere together until Denver got too old to keep up with Rocko. But they played in the old apartment together, wrestled, and even went to the dog park. They looked after each other and that's what makes their relationship special.
Denver was such a loyal and friendly dog. He hated to be away from his family. He would cry and cry when you got home and lick you all over when finally given the attention. Anytime I or Brandon would get up to go somewhere in the house,he'd get up and follow. Kind of annoying, but looking back, I liked it(and miss it). Oh man,how could I forget...when someone would have socks off, Denver would just go to town licking feet. Sometimes he would even go as high as the knee! Ew, gross!! I guess that's one way he liked to show his affection. My favorite thing though about Denver is when Brandon or I, or anyone for that matter would lay down, Denver was right there beside you.
Denver had such a love for squeaky toys, especially the good cuz and bad cuz squeakies. Every time we would come home from somewhere, there Denver was waiting at the door with squeaky in mouth. Anytime we'd go outside, he had his squeaky. He would hold it in his mouth then roll on his back in the grass for hours it would seem. Dinner time also meant squeaky toy. Just sounds like anytime he got excited about something, he had to share his excitement with his squeakies.
Remember when I said Denver ran away a lot with Aaron and Audrey? Well he did so with us too. When we first bought our house in September of 2008, we just had Denver and Rocko. One day, that Winter or early Spring I believe(it was cold anyway), the gate had been left open and Denver decided to roam the neighborhood. Of course once we'd realize he was gone, we went on a Denver (and Rocko I'm sure) search and rescue. I don't exactly remember how long it took, but what I do remember is finding this old dog tromping around in his winter jacket. At least he was comfortable.
Rocko has Roxanne and well Denver had Scout. The two old guys stuck together. I didn't realize how much of a connection they had until it was too late. Scout misses you dearly Denver, but don't worry, I'll keep him company more so now.
I'm sure there are more wonderful stories I could write about Denver, but I'll stop here. I'll save the sad story that I'm trying to block out of my mind for another day. These are the good memories I'd like to remember about him instead.
Denver had a pretty good life. He had squeaky toys, treats, dog and human food, a warm house and a soft bad, and a family that loved him unconditionally and always will. I miss you Denver and will always cherish your time spent with us.
