....A Week Later....

The house is too quiet ... the silence ~ deafening. I desperately want to hear the jingle of her tags as she shakes, stretches and rearranges the blanket on her bed in the night's darkness. I miss her calm, even snore as she settles back into a deep sleep.

The morning routine is anything but. Her eyes are no longer watching my every move....from the bed...to the shower...from the floor of the closet while I'm getting dressed. I walk down the stairs solo....there are no mighty paws at my heels.

I miss her sitting by the front door, patiently waiting for me to put on my shoes and grab the phone and lead. I miss her eager anticipation of walking out onto the porch to discover the tiny treats Dona has left for her.

Stealth dog is not laying where I can trip over her ... she's not here to snatch up the bits of food that have hit the floor while I cook. She no longer magically appears as I butter the raisin toast. She is not here to lend an ear when I want to confide in her....or, to give me juicy kisses....or, to paw my leg when she wants a treat. And, she isn't here to walk with me. Yep. It's too damn quiet.

The 'new normal' leg of my journey has begun  ...and it sucks.

I miss her so much. 

My Roxie Girl. ♥

Roxie and I try a "Selfie"

You stole my heart, Roxie Girl...♥

Sometimes, they are only in our lives for a short time. 

For us, it was love at first sight.

We are so glad you came into ours dear, darling Roxie. 

                                            

                                               
                                                            She was my girl.

                                             

...I miss you, Roxie Girl. ♥

Adopted April, 2012

February 1, 2001 ~ July 30, 2014

♥