Roxy is so happy now!
Roxy was a small, friendly tan & white Pit Bull with a permanent smile fixed on her face. She loved life! I was honored to meet her at a mini-adoption event that I was asked to hold for a tiny shelter in a very small Missouri rural town named Bowling Green. The elderly woman who ran the shelter with a handful of volunteers had exhausted all of their resources and were being forced to close the shelter down. These dogs and cats were either going to be adopted today at our small emergency adoption event or be put to sleep.
Towards the end of the day, Roxy was still deemed an orphan. No one wanted her because she was a Pit Bull. We all feared the very worst for this sweet, sweet girl who loved everyone that approached her, including other dogs. Earlier in the week, I had received a call from a man who wanted to adopt a dog...any dog. The home did not sound "perfect" so I did not pursue matching him with a dog. Being desperate to find Roxy a home so that her short life would not end at age 2, I called the man. He was interested in saving her life. Being a recovering alcoholic, but sober for several years, he vowed to love her and care for her so we finalized the adoption.
I checked up on that girl numerous times over the course of several years and everything seemed to be perfect. So good that a friend of mine who also does rescue placed another Pit Bull named Sid in this loving home. Several years past and all was well, we thought.
One afternoon my friend who had adopted Sid called to say that Rich's neighbor had notified her about 2 dogs that had been abandoned in his back yard for weeks. Told us that Rich had committed suicide and someone needed to pick up the dogs. What a tragedy! I grabbed dog food and my neon yellow rescue collars and a black magic marker and headed over to his house to access the situation. I pulled into the driveway of the abandoned house and there were the poor, forgotten dogs. Roxy instantly recognized me and put her front paws on the chain link fence and gave me a tired, weary smile and slow wag of the tail. Now what? We had no place to take the dogs right than so I fed the starved pups, gave them water, wrote on the neon collars with the black Sharpie "If you are reading this, call me"...(wrote my phone number) and "I am coming back for the dogs".
Luckily we found temporary foster homes for each dog. Now I had to find the perfect home for my dear friend Roxy. Screening home after home, there was not a good one to be found. One planned to crate her most of the time, another was in the city with an unfinished fence and chain, and the list went on & on for reasons to veto the homes. Finally, a retired couple responded to an ad I was running. They sounded very nice! This was the last day the foster was going to keep her. Once again, Roxy's time was out. Screening the couple over the phone, everything seemed just perfect! My boyfriend and I loaded her up in my SUV for the 12th time praying this would be THE ONE! We pulled up to Roxy's forever home! It was perfect! They both fell in love with her and several years later say "Roxy let's US stay in HER house." The man wrote to tell me his Granddaughter said Roxy five times even before learning to say mama or daddy! I will always carry a special place in my heart for that smiling Pit bull named Roxy!
Towards the end of the day, Roxy was still deemed an orphan. No one wanted her because she was a Pit Bull. We all feared the very worst for this sweet, sweet girl who loved everyone that approached her, including other dogs. Earlier in the week, I had received a call from a man who wanted to adopt a dog...any dog. The home did not sound "perfect" so I did not pursue matching him with a dog. Being desperate to find Roxy a home so that her short life would not end at age 2, I called the man. He was interested in saving her life. Being a recovering alcoholic, but sober for several years, he vowed to love her and care for her so we finalized the adoption.
I checked up on that girl numerous times over the course of several years and everything seemed to be perfect. So good that a friend of mine who also does rescue placed another Pit Bull named Sid in this loving home. Several years past and all was well, we thought.
One afternoon my friend who had adopted Sid called to say that Rich's neighbor had notified her about 2 dogs that had been abandoned in his back yard for weeks. Told us that Rich had committed suicide and someone needed to pick up the dogs. What a tragedy! I grabbed dog food and my neon yellow rescue collars and a black magic marker and headed over to his house to access the situation. I pulled into the driveway of the abandoned house and there were the poor, forgotten dogs. Roxy instantly recognized me and put her front paws on the chain link fence and gave me a tired, weary smile and slow wag of the tail. Now what? We had no place to take the dogs right than so I fed the starved pups, gave them water, wrote on the neon collars with the black Sharpie "If you are reading this, call me"...(wrote my phone number) and "I am coming back for the dogs".
Luckily we found temporary foster homes for each dog. Now I had to find the perfect home for my dear friend Roxy. Screening home after home, there was not a good one to be found. One planned to crate her most of the time, another was in the city with an unfinished fence and chain, and the list went on & on for reasons to veto the homes. Finally, a retired couple responded to an ad I was running. They sounded very nice! This was the last day the foster was going to keep her. Once again, Roxy's time was out. Screening the couple over the phone, everything seemed just perfect! My boyfriend and I loaded her up in my SUV for the 12th time praying this would be THE ONE! We pulled up to Roxy's forever home! It was perfect! They both fell in love with her and several years later say "Roxy let's US stay in HER house." The man wrote to tell me his Granddaughter said Roxy five times even before learning to say mama or daddy! I will always carry a special place in my heart for that smiling Pit bull named Roxy!
 Roxy after her owner died and she was left alone for 3 weeks. |  Roxy, wondering where her owner went. |
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