So, I have been wanting to do this for a while on here, but never got around to it. (sorry so long)
Roxy was my first dog. She was a Doberman/Rottweiler mix that was sent to the local kill shelter as a stray. I was originally going to adopt this female pitbull (who had clearly had puppies recently), but the day we went to go adopt her she had already been PTS that AM. Roxy was my second choice (she wasn't Roxy then). She had been placed in the "lower" kennel where the sick dogs went to be isolated from the others. We went to see her there and as we were turning to walk out she suddenly looked straight at us and started barking, as if she was saying "NO! don't leave me here please!!!" It sealed the deal for me. She hadn't barked when we were there before to visit with her. So she came home on September 15. (the first day of my school in my middle school, I can't remember if it was 7th or 8th grade) and was the best first dog. She became best friends with my best friend's dog and loved to lick her dog's ears obsessively. She was wonderful with my guinea pig and when my gpig died she would whine and nose his empty cage. She had a prey drive with one of the neighbor's dog and chased him all across the neighborhood, breaking her leash, one time. She stayed with us for almost two years before she was 4-5 yrs old and passed away after a terrible pancreatitis attack on June 20th (the last day of school in 9th or 10th grade), before we went on a big trip to India that summer. It has been years since then, but she is always still in my thoughts and to this day, when I write in my diary, I still address all my entries to her.
I wrote this poem in tribute to her after she passed away:
"ANGEL ROXY"
As soon as Roxy came,
into my life, she became,
an Angel who loved,
just as much as she was hugged.
Roxy and I had a special bond.
One so strong, just as much as she was fond,
of chasing the dog next door.
A bad habit that most abhorred.
When my smaller pet died,
Roxy and I felt we needed to cry.
When Roxy died, I felt so bad.
Since then, I have felt so mad.
How could this have happened to her?
The thought stuck to me like a burr.
She was my little girl,
and I promised her the world.
I promised protection forever,
in return for just a little favor.
Everlasting love, which would not be denied.
A request she kept 'till the day she died.
To this day, and for many days to come,
I will never forget her, until when my time has come.
Until then, I will pray,
That she will come back to me someday.
Perhaps in another form,
she will come quickly as a storm.
Roxy, you will be with me 'till I grow old.
And until then, my love for you will never be sold.
~MSE
She was sure a beauty
Wonderful tribute to Roxy! She was so beautiful!!
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