One year ago today, Terry and I laid to rest Roxy, our beloved yet ditzy female Rottweiler. I find it imminently appropriate that today is also the dark of the moon. When I walk out to the van this morning, I will quickly and easily be able to find Sirius, the Dog Star, the brightest star in the heavens, a fitting reminder of the brightest memories I have of Roxy.
And the best memorial to Roxy has been saving another Rottie needing a forever home. Roxy says, good job mom!
Agreed. Lexy is finally coming into her own. Apollo gave us a scare yesterday though. He was so sound asleep, that it took four or five shakes from Terry to get him to wake up. Terry was besided himself.