My best girl, Roxanne, died on the 12/17 at the age of 14 ½. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything then, but I’m feeling better about her passing. She was a great dog. My little sister. Brat extraordinaire. She loved everyone and got to travel and experience so much. I’ll miss her terribly, but I know she had a great life with me and my parents and her doggy siblings.
I sniffed outdide, got kisses, had my burger, took a walk and put the “poo” in poodle, got my feet wiped, had a cookie, snoozed by the bear door and now here is my paw. How about another burger?
