It is with profound sadness that we must write that Rosie crossed the Rainbow Bridge peacefully at home – her favourite place to be – on Monday, June 22, 2026.

Her days leading up to her final day, and the months to years beforehand, were filled with love and attention.

Rosie’s health issues began to take a toll on her. We tried for a long time to make her as comfortable as possible.

It’s never easy to say goodbye.

I know she will be OK wherever she and Rocky are now. Her next adventure will be a definite “upgrade.”

Rosie, just as Rocky and Cash, was always in the presence of music: bhajans (devotional hymns and songs), kirtans (devotional music), and Sanskrit mantras, while awake or asleep.

The peacefulness of mantras, bhajans, chanting (japa), and kirtans may bring assurance that her soul transitioned in the best way possible.

Rosie was and is a special girl. She was always a bit “cat like” – she only liked attention when she wanted it and didn’t really like to cuddle.

Rosie would want up on the sofa, only to want to get down 6 seconds later.

Just as cats like boxes, for a few years, Rosie preferred to sleep in cardboard boxes on the floor. She kept choosing the boxes over the $100 orthopedic pet bed that we bought.

In her senior years, we upgraded her to comfy pet beds and removed the cardboard boxes. After that she realized how much more comfortable a pet bed with a blanket is.

Rosie would sleep on my legs every night, which would make me have “pins and needles” upon waking.

And even though the morning alarm would go off to get the day started, Rosie would get up, turn around and lay back on me – ultimately having the “pug effect” and I’d fall back asleep until the snooze alarm went off and I’d risk being late for work!

Rosie also was known for making sounds while sleeping, especially that sounded like “hoot hoot hoot”.

We called it her “Shelbyvillian Hooting” like in a Simpsons episode. (This short from YouTube.)


Rosie was always more interested in being in front of the camera than Rocky and Cash. She knew how to pose and waited calmly for her reward.

She used to go crazy to get her meals, but in her super senior years, she didn’t make a fuss anymore.

Life is going to be very different than it has been for the last 3 to 12 years. Rocky and Rosie were and always will be a part of me and my identity.

But identity changes over time. Life changes and with each change, we learn to adapt. Who we think we are can change because of circumstances.

Rocky & Rosie were the safety and security of my spirit / soul / atman. Cash is still learning how to fill that role. It will take more time.

Rocky and Rosie were 2 years old when we adopted them. They were 3 years old when we started doing readings. They grew up with me honing my skills and building “Tarot Pugs”.

They absorbed the meanings and information.
We’ll need some time to adjust and heal as we learn to be a one-pug family without Rocky and Rosie.

Rocky and Rosie are off onto their next journey. I pray that their time with us has given them all that they could have wanted and helped them on their next adventure.

Rosie, I hope one day my soul sees you and recognizes something familiar.

You may have a different body, be a different species or human, a stranger, a family member, a friend… but that a sense of familiarity and connection will feel like a reunion and undeniable bond.

Thank you, my dear Rosie. Rósalíta La Pugíta. Rosebud. Ró. Roseweed/Rosewood. (Those last two name’s from Beverly Hills Cop II.)

The day before her final day, we took Rosie to a dog friendly pub for one last time.

On the way to the pub, the radio announcer (dj?) was talking about a song and mentioned about “tapas” in Sanskrit.

The definition was not quite correct from what I could hear on the radio as it’s much more nuanced.

Sanskrit is a multilayered language that one word branches off into different meanings and concepts.

But in short, layman terms: tapas is  “austerity”, “penance” and “discipline” to burn away past karma.

I found it strangely kismet that it was mentioned on our last outing with Rosie.

At the pub, there was a musician playing songs on a guitar. I’ll admit I was in tears for half the time we were there.

Particularly when the guitarist/singer started playing and singing “Champagne Supernova” by Oasis.

After Rocky passed in February, I listened to that song… for a whole week, it was on every day at some point.

I was in junior high school at the time of the song’s release about to end that school year and start high school the next school year.

“Cause people believe
That they’re gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinnin’ ’round, we don’t know why
Why, why, why, why”

The Bhagavad Gita has helped me immensely and continues to do so.

Chapter 2 and this verse is especially significant for me at this time:

Bhagavad Gita Chapter 2 Verse 12 & 13:

न त्वेवाहं जातु नासं न त्वं नेमे जनाधिपाः ।
न चैव नभविष्यामः सर्वे वयमतः परम् ॥ १२ ॥

na tv evāhaṁ jātu nāsaṁ
na tvaṁ neme janādhipāḥ
na caiva na bhaviṣyāmaḥ
sarve vayam ataḥ param

Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be.

देहिनोऽस्मिन्यथा देहे कौमारं यौवनं जरा ।
तथा देहान्तरप्राप्तिर्धीरस्तत्र न मुह्यति ॥ १३ ॥

dehino ’smin yathā dehe
kaumāraṁ yauvanaṁ jarā
tathā dehāntara-prāptir
dhīras tatra na muhyati

As the embodied soul continuously passes, in this body, from boyhood to youth to old age, the soul similarly passes into another body at death. A sober person is not bewildered by such a change.

Rosie, Mummy loves you always.

We all will love you always. You were a great Tarot Pug Girl. Your brother, Rocky, took care of you for as long as he could. We did our best to care for you.

Thank you for being our girl.

🩷🐾