It was an ordinary Thursday on November 19th, 2015 when I found you in Toa Baja, Puerto Rico.
You were sick, frail and tick infested. You were starving to death.
At first when you approached me and my little dogs, I was quite concerned. But, then when you just sat down right beside us, I heard what you were saying to me. You were letting me that you couldn’t make it alone anymore.
You never slept in the street again. This picture was only a month later when you’d become as strong as a horse. The gratitude you showed me was worth all the efforts I made to bring you back to life.
I love you Rocky. You are almost home, you just don’t know it yet.
Sincerely, Scott Smith, Patrick’s Father and General to the greatest Wolfpack in the history of the world. Wolfpack 8 to be precise.