| | Roxy
When Candace and I got married, I knew that one new fact of my life was going to be that I was going to eventually be a dog owner. I'd never been a dog owner. I wasn't a huge animal lover. Dogs are cute and cuddly and all, but they make houses stink, they make leaving town hard, and they're a constant responsibility. I'd pet my friends' dogs when I visit their house and that gave me my fill of dogs. Alas, in June of 2001 I found myself owning a Boston Terrier puppy.
She tore up my carpet, she pooped and peed indoors, and we constantly had to come home to let her out instead of doing what we wanted to do. I fell head over heels in love with her. She laid by me in bed as I slept with my hand on soft warm fur. She sat by me as I sat on the couch, staring at me wondering if I'd play with her. The word frisbee would set her into an insane butt wiggling fit and she'd play for hours until she couldn't stand up anymore. I got so mad at her when she'd try to lick my face, even though I knew she just wanted to tell me she loved me. I know she probably hasn't been a favorite part of visits to the Baker house by our friends over the years, but she was a member of the family whom I loved like a child.
Saturday, as we had family in town to celebrate E's homecoming and B's birthday, we were all doing yard work to get my house ready to put on the market. As we moved brush we'd cut down from the front yard to the backyard we left the gate open, and Roxy got out to explore as she's done hundreds of times. She always stays in the area exploring through our neighbor's yards, and we've gotten to the point where we don't worry too much about it because she never goes far while we're around.
My mom was walking my son down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Roxy was so excited to see them as they turned the block towards her that she didn't see the white Tahoe that was coming down the road. My mother screamed and my son watched not understanding. Roxy was killed instantly, and my father-in-law ran into the street to carry her poor body to my yard.
Hearing the screams I ran to the front yard, falling over my dog and truly weeping for the first time in my life. God forgive me for my carelessness, and God bless that wonderful creature You created. She brought so much joy into our family's life and I don't know if we'll ever fill the hole. She deserved better than this, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for my irresponsibility.
If you have a pet, hug him or her today for the Baker's. Sometimes we take them for granted, and sometimes we humanize them and think they're smarter than to make mistakes they shouldn't. We weren't immune to this happening to our beloved pet, and as a word of caution I hope you'll realize that you aren't either.
If praying is your thing, say a prayer for us. We've been on an emotional roller coaster the past two weeks. Pray also that my 2 year old son will forget what he saw, and that no innocence has been lost.
God, I loved that dog. Thank you Roxy for loving us, and I'm so sorry.
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