I posted three months ago about the loss of our dog, Roxie, but I never posted the follow-up to that story, so here it is.
After Roxie died, I cried for three days straight. On the third day, my husband asked, “Do you want to go to the pound?” 30 minutes later, we had an adoption application filled out and we were on our way to the humane society.
Continue reading “Blogosphere, Meet Jaxx!”
I meant to post this on January 23rd, but I failed to do so. That was the four year anniversary of the day we brought home the wiggly, gassy ball of adorable four-month-old fur that we named Roxie. Continue reading “Four years – a family”
We’re currently enduring Snowpocalypse 2014. Continue reading “Roxie the snow dog”
Every evening, after dinner and just as twilight is settling in over the skies of Indianapolis, my husband and I are forcibly gathered together in the living room. Continue reading “Family time: brought to you by the dog”
You’ve been gone for 32 hours. I’m sorry that you got so sick and that I couldn’t save you, but I hope you knew, up until the very end, that I loved you and that I always will. I hope that, wherever you are now, you’ve got a big, squishy toy full of stuffing and a loud squeaker and that you’re just squeaking away, content, young again, happy, and finally free of pain. I miss you so much already. You took a chunk of my heart with you when you left.