Twice
My Bully Gave Me Wings
- Feb 3, 2012
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- Bulldog(s) Names
- Abby (my Sweetie Head 10.24.11-11.23.12) and Otis
I lost my Roxy yesterday 
She was old. I mean REAL old. Like 6000 in dog years. But she was my girl. She helped me raise my kids, she protected them and she loved them. No matter what they did to her she allowed it. Sometimes over the years it annoyed me when she would be scratching on my door at midnight to come in but then I realized what she was doing. She was making the rounds, going bedroom to bedroom making sure everyone was asleep before settling into her own bed for the night. I missed that scratching last night.
Roxy had cancer. I've known for months. But because of her advance age (17) and heart murmur the doctors said there was nothing that could be done. We would just make her comfortable and when the day came that she showed any signs of pain we would stop it. I didn't tell anyone. There was no point. I don't understand how things go from good to bad so quickly. It happened with Abby. It happened with Roxy. Saturday afternoon she was rolling around in the grass, later eating treats with the boys...
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to screaming in pain when you touch her on Sunday. I hated to leave her on Sunday. My son Jeremy's birthday was yesterday and his future mother in law wanted to have a small family party for him. I hated to leave her but I had to show my face. I gave her a couple of pain pills and tried to pretend everything was ok. I left the party early and so distracted by my Rox at home that I didn't realize my car was in reverse and I slammed into the future mother in laws car. No damage, just a bent up license plate thank God but still. I probably shouldn't have been driving at all. I got home and she was in the same spot that she was in when I left. I gave her some more pills and we sat up with her all night. Yesterday morning the vet came to the house. Everyone was there. Joe stayed home from school. Jeremy and my mom took the day off from work and came down. Jimmy don't have a job yet so he of course was there too.
It was not the peaceful ending that she deserved. I'm sorry for that. But it wasn't anyone fault, just one of those rare things that can happen. The sedative he gave her caused a reaction and she had a seizure. He had to give her more drugs to stop the seizure but then because of all the drugs he couldn't get a vein. Each time he would find one it would blow and he would have to find another one. All of this happening on my living room floor in front of the boys who have loved her for most of their lives. In front of Jeremy on his birthday.
I am incredibly sad that she is gone. She has been with me so long I can't imagine a day without her. But I know that she had a long, happy, healthy, loved life and is now at peace. Hopefully she is sitting with Abby, complaining about all the other bullys I've dragged in and out of the house this past year. Roxy never had patience for puppies (not even her own when she turned up pregnant soon after coming home with us) but she had a soft spot for Abby.
She was old. I mean REAL old. Like 6000 in dog years. But she was my girl. She helped me raise my kids, she protected them and she loved them. No matter what they did to her she allowed it. Sometimes over the years it annoyed me when she would be scratching on my door at midnight to come in but then I realized what she was doing. She was making the rounds, going bedroom to bedroom making sure everyone was asleep before settling into her own bed for the night. I missed that scratching last night.
Roxy had cancer. I've known for months. But because of her advance age (17) and heart murmur the doctors said there was nothing that could be done. We would just make her comfortable and when the day came that she showed any signs of pain we would stop it. I didn't tell anyone. There was no point. I don't understand how things go from good to bad so quickly. It happened with Abby. It happened with Roxy. Saturday afternoon she was rolling around in the grass, later eating treats with the boys...
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to screaming in pain when you touch her on Sunday. I hated to leave her on Sunday. My son Jeremy's birthday was yesterday and his future mother in law wanted to have a small family party for him. I hated to leave her but I had to show my face. I gave her a couple of pain pills and tried to pretend everything was ok. I left the party early and so distracted by my Rox at home that I didn't realize my car was in reverse and I slammed into the future mother in laws car. No damage, just a bent up license plate thank God but still. I probably shouldn't have been driving at all. I got home and she was in the same spot that she was in when I left. I gave her some more pills and we sat up with her all night. Yesterday morning the vet came to the house. Everyone was there. Joe stayed home from school. Jeremy and my mom took the day off from work and came down. Jimmy don't have a job yet so he of course was there too.
It was not the peaceful ending that she deserved. I'm sorry for that. But it wasn't anyone fault, just one of those rare things that can happen. The sedative he gave her caused a reaction and she had a seizure. He had to give her more drugs to stop the seizure but then because of all the drugs he couldn't get a vein. Each time he would find one it would blow and he would have to find another one. All of this happening on my living room floor in front of the boys who have loved her for most of their lives. In front of Jeremy on his birthday.
I am incredibly sad that she is gone. She has been with me so long I can't imagine a day without her. But I know that she had a long, happy, healthy, loved life and is now at peace. Hopefully she is sitting with Abby, complaining about all the other bullys I've dragged in and out of the house this past year. Roxy never had patience for puppies (not even her own when she turned up pregnant soon after coming home with us) but she had a soft spot for Abby.
is all I can say 
