Likes: Love/Holding hands/playing with her soccer ball... oh, and chewing on ROCKS!
Favorite Toy: Her "Cowie"
Favorite Food: Anything!
Favorite Walk: Her 'hood.
Best Tricks: Not really a trick, she just always loved to hold hands. So sweet :)
Arrival Story: Offered my girls two options:
(a) We take a vacation
(b) Adopt a dog.
Soooo, DUH! Naturally, off we went to AntiCruelty Society in Chicago! Carly spotted Roxie. Roxie reminded her of Keno, who had passed. Yes, she looked like Keno and was the size of Keno when Keno was full grown, 40lbs. We took her into the courtyard to get to know her. What a sweet girl. Carly cried when we were told we had to leave her and pick her up in three days so she could be spayed.
Will never forget how embarassed my girls were when we picked her up. I went to the window and gave my name. They brought out a box with a cat in it. LOL I said, "That's QUITE a procedure, we adopted a dog!" They did bring out Roxie =)
All the way home trying to figure out a name. Can't remember who came up with Roxie, but the full name was Roxie Ann Rainbow. We saw a rainbow on the ride home :) A sign that this was a special girl we had found.
Took her to the vet. Asked him how big he'd thought she'd get. He said he thought about 60lbs. When we left I said to the girls, "He is SO wrong." I was right. She topped out at 110! That vet story probably should have been the clue to change vets as due to his lack of knowledge and incompetence some 10 years later, as well as lack of regulations, is what killed this sweet girl. Never would've thought my vet would've signed a release for something he didn't check out first, he was given all the information, website everything, which I thought he would've looked into, but, no... then again, maybe he did and thought, like many would, that swimming would be good for her arthritis. No, it killed her. I relied on his expertise. She blew discs in her neck and became crippled, neurologically deteriorating more and more each day. It was an extremely painful and scary way for her to end her life. People who teach dogs to swim or swim dogs for recreational reasons with their only training being their backyard pool SHOULD NOT be allowed to open up a business and advertise hydrotherapy for arthritic dogs. There are no regulations governing businesses like that. A dog as large are Roxie should not be put into a pool, even with a life jacket as support, it wasn't enough support for such a big girl. I found this out too late, when I took her to TOPS Vet Rehab in Grayslake, IL, where I should have taken her in the first place. Every time I pass by that murderer's business on Rte. 59 in West Chicago I want to take my car and crash it through the window. They killed my best friend. They really did. And there's no consequences at all for them. N-O-N-E. I learned that other dogs have been damaged by this woman. How does she sleep at night? If I hurt one dog I would be thoroughly sickened and depressed; yet, she hides behind an uninformed vet's release. Some people can justify anything.
We love you, Roxie, and will miss you forever. I know that one day we will meet again. I love you.
Bio: Roxie was my best friend and best jogging buddy. Her walk was a jog she was so big. At age 4 she was diagnosed with arthritis and CHD. She would go outside in the morning, come in the house and stay in the kitchen the entire day, unablel to walk up the stairs :( Roxie had a total hip replacement. She was worth every penny of the $5,000+ that it cost. She was such a lover, ALWAYS wanting to hold hands.
Roxie LOVED chewing on rocks, LARGE rocks and would occasionally try to conceal a small rock in her mouth to get it into the house! She loved rocks so much that all her teeth were chipped. She would pick them up, bring them on the porch, drop them with a CLUNK! and push them around with her paws. It sounded as though someone was moving furniture around. In the winter she would find large ice chunks in lieu of the rocks. Silly girl :)
I am watching Mama from above. I can see her lying in bed unable to sleep, unable to stop the tears, still remembering and feeling the horrible pain and suffering I went through at the hands of murderers. It was two years ago today that I finally could no longer walk, that I went to peacefully to sleep in the back of Mama's car holding Mama's hand like I always loved to do. I don't think her tears will ever stop. Ever. Why is it Mama can't sleep and her heart aches every day with these horrible memories and regrets but the murderers sleep peacefully with no conscience and no consequence. Life can be so unfair...