Roxie was born on January 20, 1995, she was my best friend. We spent everyday together since I first picked her up from the breeder on April 1, 1995. She gave birth to two wonderful puppies on December 30, 1996, which I still have in my possession. THANK GOD. Roxie became very ill in June, 2001. She was diagnosis with a rare and deadly blood disease, called Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia. Both my husband and I have spent the last 4 years trying to save Roxie's life. Spent $1,000 of dollars at the Michigan Veterinary Specialists where Roxie was given doses upon doses of medication including several blood transfusions. In order to save her life her immune system had to be suppressed, and this made her susceptible to catch any and all illnesses that were out there in the air. She lived a pretty good life for 4 years after being diagnosis with this illness, and I should be thankful that I had the pleasure of her company for 4 more years but I cannot help feeling sorrow over her loss, her company, her friendship, and her unconditional love for me and my husband. On Friday October 21, 2005 at approximately 10:30AM I had to have Roxie's euthanasia. She was in pain, suffering, jaudis, liver, kidney, and bladder were shutting down. Even though all of these things were were happening to her body, I still in heart feel as if I had my best friend in the whole world but to death. How do you over come these anxiety attacks that I am having, and how do you go on living when your best friend in the whole world is gone.

I have dreams of her - feel her vibes in my house, I catch myself looking for her in the morning, in the afternoon, and in my bed at night. She slept right beside me every night, and my heart is aching, breaking, crying out for her. I have a photograph of her by side now, and the only words that come to my mind, is a song written by Ringo Star. All I have is your photograph, and I realize your now coming back anymore. Unlike most people who lose their pets, I am lucky enough to have ROXIE'S puppies. She gave birth to Honey & Ozzie on December 30, 1996. I was supposed to sell her puppies, but something in my heart told me not to sell them. And after a while they became as important to me, and she was. I now have Father Rockey, Daughter, Honey, and Son Ozzie. But their family is missing an important element, the mother. Roxie had several nick names. She was quite small so my husband used to call her shrimpy. And She was the mother to the puppies, so I used to call her Mama Girl. I also used to call her Roxanna Banana because her tail was curved like a banana. She played all the time, I have a toy box filled with her favorite toys, and we used to play catch, Yes Roxie was able to catch a ball with her nose, and toss the ball back to you with her nose. Sometimes we were able to go back and forth with the ball ten times before she would lose control of it. She was like a Seal. She was wonderful and good and precious, and lovable, and then about a year ago she started to have all kinds of medical problems again. In fact for several months I had to force feed her. She had her good days and her bad days, and then about a month ago seemed to have more bad days then good. It is helping to typed this story, makes me realize how may good days we had together, and how many days I would spend holding her, and loving her, and trying to make her illnesses go away. Now Roxie is with GOD, and she is in no more pain, no more suffering, she has all of her toys with her. I hope someone is playing ball with her, because she loved to play ball so much. Dear God please play ball with my Roxie, she loved it so much, I could not bear to know that she is not able to play and that no one is there to play ball with her, or baby with her. Every time I went to the store she would get another baby, in fact at one time I would like to think she had over 50 babies. In September of 2005 I donated some of her older babies, to the refugee animals from New Orleans, who unlike my dogs lost everything that they owned. I hope the Rainbow Bridge exists, because when I go to my God, I want to have Roxie there waiting for me, with a ball in her month saying Mama come on I have been here all this time waiting for you to come play ball with me. And I will hold her, and love her, and she will be wagging her little banana tail at me, and saying to me how much she missed me. LOVE TO ALL PET LOVERS WHO HAVE LOST A LOVE ONE. NANCY A. BRATTY OWNER OF ROXIE BRATTY