Not many of you here at my blog know of my dog, Broxie. A 3 1/2 year old, Rottweiler/Pit Bull mix. Her full name: Broxie Paris Akara Head (I loved all the names, so I gave them all to her). Chris and I noticed that she hadn't been acting herself lately. She wouldn't even get up to eat. She was always a happy dog, even when she was a puppy, always running and wanting to play; and she never turned down a meal. So we knew, when she wouldn't eat or even pick herself up to walk a few feet, that something was terribly wrong. We took her to the emergency vet yesterday, where they gave her some shots and tested her blood for heartworms. The results were supposed to come in today so that we would know what steps we needed to take next.... However, she didn't make it through the night.
Crying and having to be at work right now is not fun. It's still just so hard for me to believe. My sister and Chris buried her and made her a sweet little white Cross with her name and polka dots. She deserved it; she was an amazing dog.
I thank everyone for your prayers for her, especially you, VK. You helped me most of all to feel better through all of this. You're are truly and amazing and beautiful soul, and I'm so glad God blessed me with someone like you, especially during a time like this. Now both of our beautiful babies can enjoy being healthy and never hurting again, never knowing that sickness. It makes me happy to know that Broxie and Pea are together, and happy and well. I love you, sugar.
Miss you Broxie. Always.