On January 8, 2006 we adopted a puppy, a nine year old puppy.
In November 2005, we lost two of our senior girls. Oddly enough, both of them had these great overbites that they sported proudly.
I have managed the Oregon Greyhound Adoption website since 2005. In December that year, this picture showed up in my e-mail. This cutey was a newly retired broody. And, she had an overbite.
When we walked into the kennel, Donna told us we could have any dog we wanted. Karen opened her kennel door and Roxy buried her head in her chest. There wasn’t any point in looking any further, Roxy was our girl.
During the summer she would lay in the pool for hours.
And then she would walk back and forth along the back of the house to dry off. To this day, the paint remains scarred from her pacing back and forth.
Once retired from racing and raising babies, Roxy became a true lady of leisure.
She was also the hostess with the mostest, happy to share her bed with just about anyone.
She loved to go for car rides. Hiking was a favorite activity even at nearly 12 years old. She tired easier, but she was a trooper.
Rain or shine, Roxy loved to go. She walked across most of the covered bridges in our area.
Roxy treasured the acre. She wandered for hours sniffing the air and in her younger years, she was constantly on alert for those pesky squirrels.
She definitely had a look about her. It was her roost and she ruled it.
This was typically a look I got at bedtime. She liked her half right out of the middle and if I didn’t get ready for bed fast enough, this was the look.
Roxy was an original member of the Red Hot Houndies, and she wore her red hat proudly.
She was a card carrying member of the Double-Digit Gang.
In June when she started to have some weakness in her hind-end, we signed her up for hydrotherapy. She was a trooper in the water and looked forward to her weekly swimming lessons. Hydrotherapy didn’t fix her, but it did buy her a little more time.
BC’s Roxanne • September 17, 1996 to October 15, 2011
Tonight, I have cried 10,000 tears. Roxy turned 15 last month. 15 is getting fairly old for a greyhound. Age was creeping up on her. Her eyes were still bright, but they were tired and her body just wasn’t keeping up with her mind.
We’ve always lived by the rule that it is better too be a day too early than an hour too late. She quit having any desire to eat this week, she was telling us she was ready.
Roxy went to the Rainbow Bridge this morning with dignity and grace. We will miss our glorious little lady, our Foxy Roxy more than words can ever express.