Why Rocco?

When I (Cecilia) was really struggling with my own mental health, I found that I needed to have some kind of purpose in my life. I tried some of the *big* things. I tried different jobs in ministry. I tried to revitalize my prayer life. Heck, I even started a podcast.

Then one day, my therapist suggested I get a dog.

I immediately said no. How would I take care of a dog when I couldn’t even take care of myself? As my lips said no, my hands started applying to adopt rescue dogs.

I applied for about 10 different dogs. Most were elderly. Most said no because I live in an apartment. And then I got a call that I could rescue a one year-old beagle named Wallace. Here we are when I adopted him:

I got to the shelter and the volunteer brought him out. She said two things: 1) He is the friendliest dog ever. 2) He has no idea his name is Wallace.

So, I named him after the patron saint of dogs (and plagues, weirdly enought): St. Roch, or San Rocco in Italian. God sent a dog to rescue St. Roch from serious illness. And boy, did I need rescuing.

Since God has sent Rocco into my life, I have found that I have been able to become more childlike, to not take things so seriously. God has used this dog, this silly dog, to help me see just a tiny bit of what He sees when He looks at each of us.

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Because Jesus loves you. And we all need a reminder.

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About Cecilia

Cecilia Cicone works in ministry and evangelization in Delaware, where she drives a pick-up truck and drinks way too much decaf coffee. You can usually find her reading, writing, or chasing fountains. You can follow her on Twitter @cecsquared.