Rosey & Frank the Fly

Remembering Rosey

2013-2023

Rosey was more than just a pet—she was my best friend and companion through some of the toughest times in my life. Her gentle presence and unwavering loyalty brought me comfort when I needed it most. This tribute is for Rosey, who will always hold a special place in my heart.

A Short Story About Rosey who always liked to catch flies.

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Rosey and Frank the Fly

There once was a boxer adored by all.

Her name was Rosey, and she loved to play ball.

Rosey’s favorite pastime was soaking up sun,

Basking and dreaming until the day’s fun was done.

As she lay in the yard, a fly zipped by,

Darting and buzzing, a blur in the sky.

It zipped and it zapped, around her face the fly flew and with a glare in her eye, Rosey focused and knew what she had to do. She took a

big yawn, snapped her jaw tight and just like that the fly was out of site.

Rosey replied goodbye, fly! Adieu!

With a smile on her face, she stretched in the heat the fly could no longer make her retreat.

She lay back down with a wag of her tail,

knowing the fly would no longer flail.

Just as her mind drifted to play,

a faint little knock seemed to call her away.

a tiny door? No, that couldn’t be right,

but the knock came again, soft and polite.

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?” it said,

A voice so small, it filled Rosey with dread.

“Who is this?” Rosey asked with a start,

her ears pricked up and her thumping heart.

“Please let me out! I’ll be late getting back!”

The tiny voice cried with a frantic attack.

Rosey looked up, and she looked down,

she spun in a circle, round and round.

“Who said that?” she barked, her head in a tizzy,

trying to find the source of the busy.

“It’s I, Frank the Fly!” the voice replied,

“I’m stuck inside where I cannot abide!”

“Frank?” she asked. “Are you that pest?

The one who buzzed and gave me no rest?

You zipped on my nose, tickled my ear,

And whirled all around till I couldn’t bear!”

“Yes, I am that fly,” Frank confessed,

“But please hear me out, I’ll do my best.

I wasn’t trying to bother or play,

I was running from a bird who wanted me as prey.

“She dived and she soared, in a chase absurd,

I had no escape, it was so absurd.

You were my shelter, my haven, my wall,

The one big thing that scared her at all.

“Please let me out, I promise I’ll go,

Straight to my home where no one will know.

I’ll buzz no more, I’ll bother you less,

I just need your help to get out of this mess.”

Rosey sighed, with a roll of her eyes,

Her heart was softened by Frank’s tiny cries.

She opened her mouth with a great big huff,

and out flew Frank with a buzz and a puff.

“Thank you, Rosey,” he said with a cheer,

“You’ve saved me today, I am grateful, my dear.”

Rosey just smiled and shook her big head,

“You’re lucky I’m nice, now go home instead!”

From that day on, their friendship grew,

Rosey and Frank, a pair so true.

By yard and by lake, in rain or sun,

hheir adventures together had just begun.

The End.

Rosey had a way of making every day brighter. Whether it was her playful spirit or the way she would lean into me during tough moments, she reminded me that love can be simple and pure. Even though she’s gone, her memory lives on .

This tribute is a small way to honor Rosey and the impact she had on my life. Thank you for being my friend, Rosey. You’ll never be forgotten.