yesterday afternoon our Roxie was hit by a car. I screamed for her to stop but she didnt make it. She was the best dog ever. I miss her so much already. I never thought losing my best friend would come so soon. It hurts so much.
She always brought me the frisbee along with kisses and a smile. And would be more excited than the last time, every instance I came home.our cat hobs was/is nervous. she wanders around meowing.
Its the quietest morning ever. I'd give anything to hear roxies little claws on the hardwood floor. It was something that annoyed me so much because it meant she needed to go outside.
I just wish I would have known that yesterday was it. I would have spent extra special time with her. We played a little yesterday morning on the bed. rolling around and just playing. She loved it so much. She never would bite.
I would run out of the room and kneel on the ground with my face really close to the carpet. Roxie would get her tummy really close to the carpet and slink as fast as she could like that right to me. She'd get right under my face as fast as she could on her back. Then we'd run around the house till I was out of breath. I'd hide under the blankets, or in the closet. She always found me eventually. She was sooooo excited when she found me.
She wasn't the most amazing catch at frisbee, but she did catch it sometimes. Everytime I got so excited. It was the best to watch her pick up the frisbee upside down. It would flip up over her eyes and she would have to run sideways to come to me. I dont think she wanted to set it down for fear it would get away before she could get it to me.
I didnt even have to tell her to "drop it" when she brought stuff to me. She would just lovingly put it in my lap. or throw it to me the best way she could.
her "ready" stance was amazing. If I told her to sit before I threw the ball she would just lower her butt a little bit in a total fake sit. her ears would go up and she would get this fiery intense "dont worry dad, I got this...just throw it" look on her face. And of course, she would bring it back...every time. Every time. although she definitely would stop to "kill it" on her way. I threw the frisbee alone yesterday without her. Crushed me.
Roxie was far more than a pet to me. She was my family. Simply ingrained in our every day lives, and so much a part of daily life and routine, that the house seems intensely vacant without her.
I miss her claws on the floor.
I miss her coming when I call.
I miss going OM NOM NOM NOM to her, as permission for her to give me kisses.
I miss playing frisbee with her.
I miss how she would throw the ball to herself when I didn't feel like playing anymore.
I miss having someone unequivocally in love with me.
I miss her loyalty.
I miss her selflessness.
I miss how she would lay on my feet when I was at my desk.
I miss how she would sulk and look at me out of the corner of my eye when I asked if she wanted a bath or not.
I miss how she would pick up her can of food and go hide it under my desk.
I miss how every squeaker in a toy was a #1 priority to kill.
I miss how once the squeaker was dead, the ball made this odd sound. I miss that sound so much
I miss my reading buddy. She would always lay on my book and stare at me. I would read as much as I could on the page I was on, and move her head. she'd be back there momentarily, seeking affection.
I miss taking roxie for rides. I dont think she liked anything more...
I miss my garage buddy.
I miss how when I would get home, she'd jump up to chest level and I would catch her. She'd kiss me, then struggle like crazy to get away to go do the same thing to Jes. Then, she'd jump in my arms again, until she didn't have any energy anymore.
I miss being away from home, with no desire greater than to get home and see Roxie, knowing how excited she would be. Driving through wisconsin knowing that when I got home, I would get to play frisbee with my dog.
Dogs are amazing. She loved me without motive. During the brief time she was here, she made me incredibly happy. I will miss her so much. I suppose when you love something so much, when that something is gone, it just hurts all the more. She is one of the best things to ever happen to me. I am still incredibly crushed with grief.
roxie and franky were best buds...
she tolerated haircuts, but hated baths.
she killed the octopus in like 45 minutes.