I remember Roxie’s last ride like it was yesterday.
Her little terrier nose stuck outside the car window, searching for an identifiable odor or possibly relishing the early morning air.
We rode for miles in a familiar silence….me, dreading the destination, and Roxie, just being Roxie.
She didn’t know we were headed to the veterinarian’s office. She didn’t know he’d said there was nothing more that could be done. She didn’t see the tears, couldn’t understand the words.
She just knew that it was morning and she was alive.
I just knew that I would never be quite the same.