It was bound to happen sooner or later, but last night Rocky succumbed to calcium deposits. He was a good rock, I've had him for 43 years. Here he was a young whippersnapper: As he aged he did so gracefully. Full of unconditional love. He never chased a school bus or barked at a mailman, though at times it was warranted. Here he is just last year enjoying his favorite thing, just laying there: Today I will have a ceremony for him at a local pond, where I will skip him across the surface to his ultimate final resting place. Your thoughts are needed as I enter life without Rocky.