I have some colors, whites are the toughest for all this long.
Now is rainy season here. Killing heat has turned into a chilly air and my roses struggling a bit on blooming out. Still, Whites are the toughest.
When I'm watering them or cutting out the branches, I speak to them like a lot. Talking to the plants, cheer them up when they're dying, deep in my heart I also tried to let them go when some of them were really struggling to live but couldn't take any longer time.
"That's okay Rosie, I saw your last fight to live and to keep blooming. Now you can go." And the died.

Well, silly rose story, huh? :) But I love my roses. Someday I'm gonna plant them on the ground and watch them grow even more.