My Rockster Story

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Amira & Amelia

13.09.15 – The day it all changed.

Amelia & I haven’t always been so close. Amelia was brought into the family a year after I got my first Cavalier King Charles Spaniel called Amira. She was very attached to Amira having grown up with her since she was 8 weeks old. My heart was so fully devoted to Amira I never grew as close to Amelia, as in my eyes no other dog could mean as much to me as Amira did.

It had been over a year leading to what would be Amira’s final day with us. She had suffered with heartbreakingly severe Syringomyelia – something I’ve yet to bring up here on the blog. It must have been one of the reasons I didn’t grow close with Amelia prior to Amira’s passing, as Amira required so much attention due to being so incredibly sick.

We both went to stay with my parents after coming back from the vet, just us two. I distinctly remember being on the sofa & Amelia wouldn’t cuddle with me. She stayed at the end of the sofa by my feet. We were together, but both of us were on our own. I told my mother I have the wrong dog. I kept thinking it over and over.

The following day we buried Amira. Amelia licked away each tear as they came down my face, I held her on my hip while laying a rose on the grave. I’ve never felt so physically & mentally tired. Neither I nor Amelia had eaten anything, nor would we for days.

We returned back to our apartment later on that week. Amira was everywhere, yet not there. I think we both felt uncomfortable. The following morning I threw out every single pet item. Bowls, leads, collars, toys, blankets & beds. We walked over to Mungo & Maud on Elizabeth Street and got all new everything. We walked out of the shop refreshed with a new collar & lead, new balls, new jumpers, new bed etc. We both felt instantly uplifted. This was a real turning point.

It was during this shop visit I realised how little I knew Amelia. I think Amelia also didn’t know who she was on her own. I didn’t know she liked balls so much, Amira had always preferred soft toys. She hates fish treats, those were Amira’s favourite. For weeks after Amira’s passing Amelia wouldn’t say hello to other dogs, she wouldn’t walk normally. She walked behind me so close to my shoes I kept kicking her by accident.

Soon we got in our stride, just us two. I got to know her & she got to know me. Somehow we both made it through by supporting each other & growing together as one. Amelia chased a squirrel for the first time that following October. It’s like she had never noticed them before. She learned how to walk while carrying the ball in her mouth, a new trick she was very proud of! We both learned how much she loved duck treats!

Amelia was the reason I kept going. The reason I got out of bed. The one who saved me. The one who to this day keeps me going. For two years I was haunted with terrible flashbacks & panic attacks. Amelia was there, always.

She’s my rock.

eva and amelia

Amelia & I now

We aren’t alone in holding a unique and inspiring story behind the bond that we share. In the summer of 2017 we met the couple (& dog) behind Rockster Dog Food. Their story is so incredible it blew me away, I’ll attach a link here for you to read it too! What followed is the most incredible dog food formulated because their rescue dog wouldn’t eat anything. An incredible life enhancing superfood – bio-organic certified human grade dog food that’s helped their dog & so many others around the world thrive!

The Rockster superfood

Rockster now aged approximately 18/19!

I am so incredibly lucky to be able to feed Amelia Rockster dog food & I urge you all to take a look! There is no food superior to theirs on this earth. 

Inspire us all & share your Rockster Story!

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Eva & Amelia ♥



  1. March 13, 2018 / 10:12 pm

    Oh my gosh this is lovely Eva and I’m so sorry to hear what you had to go through with Amira, it sounds utterly heartbreaking. You have a fantastic bond with Amelia that is so clear to see and I hope that brings you and your family great comfort. She’s such a gorgeous dog. Xx

  2. Kristi Taylor
    March 14, 2018 / 9:21 am

    I went through something similar. My first cav, Charlie, was my everything and my first service dog. He was adored by everyone and a huge help to me because of my autism. For months my mom pressured me to start looking for his “replacement”. It wasn’t until he got sick did I finally give in. For nearly a year, I cared for my boy. His pancreas stopped producing enzymes. At the same time, I had this new little puppy to train, Beatrice. I felt torn and a bit resentful of her. I think she knew what was happening. When Charlie finally died, Beatrice was fully trained as an autism medical alert service dog at less than a year old. Unlike you, however, I couldn’t throw anything away. I keep, Charlie’s belongings bagged up and a drop of his blood in a locket on a Tiffany bracelet.

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