She was my best friend. She was always there. Just like best friends are. It never mattered what I said or did. She always loved me. Dogs. They are unconditional. All pet owners think their dog is special. I never really liked to talk about how special I thought Roxie was. I let other people do it for me. She had friends all over the world.
Today at 9:27 am she went to the great dog kennel in the sky. Where she can finally be in peace. My baby. In the end it was not that hard a decision. We were both suffering. Probably me more than her. Her vet Jorge told me that she stayed alive for me. With all her problems she should have died over a year ago. But like me, she was determined, she hung in there. She wouldn't let go. And now I am alone.
I remember when I got Roxie. It was 3 months after Sophie died. Sophie was the pit I had before Roxie. She was fawn and white. If Roxie was affectionate and a clown, Sophie was acerbic and sarcastic. Pits have horrible reputations and unduly so. They are the greatest dogs when raised properly. (Look at Tige in the Little Rascals!) I would have no other type of dog. They are loyal, intelligent, and affectionate. They make excellent companions.
Diego wanted a rottweiler and I wanted another pit. I knew that in the end it would be my dog. In December 1995 I found myself looking through the classifieds for puppies. I will never forget that ad. "Pitbull puppies. No papers. $100. " That night Diego and I went to Union City. I told him it was just to "look." I didn't even take my purse to prove it. He was steamed.
When we got there, there were 2 black and whites, and two fawns. The black and whites were female, the fawns were male. Diego was not happy. He wanted a male dog. I didn't want another fawn and white pit. In the end he decided that if he could choose and name the dog it would be OK. He choose what he thought would be the meanest looking dog. For that, Roxie threw up in his car on the way home.
I suppose I could write about all the crazy dog things she did. I think it is best to have them as memories. Yesterday she had a terrible seizure. She collasped on the sidewalk for 10 minutes. When she came to, we walked to her vet. Her back legs were begining to go.
When we came home she went to her blanket and laid down. She didn't touch her food all night. She didn't want any of her favorite cookies. She just slept. When I came home later that night, she was in the same place. I laid down with her and I hugged her. When she looked at me, I knew. She was telling me that she was tired. I knew it was time. While I cried, she licked my face. Always my friend.
This morning she didn't want to get up. At about 9, she made an effort. It was painful to watch her. We got to the corner and she collasped again. People came to help me. Roxie is well known in our barrio. Someone ran to get her vet.
We carried her to Jorge. When he saw her, he told me I had two options. Before he could tell me, I asked him to please put her to sleep. I could not bear to see her suffer anymore. I know that this is what she wanted. In the middle came her paseador - Juan. People stopped him to tell him what happened. He ran into the room and gave me a big hug and kissed Roxie. He was crying. An Argentine man who cries. He could not bear to watch and ran out again.
I know when she left me. Just like Sophie. I could feel her soul at peace. I know you are with the angels Roxie. And I know, you will never leave me.