“Roxy” the boxer, given to me by my roommate. Living in a 2 bedroom, single level townhome with a small patio. She would bounce, jump like a deer. Sweet brown and white coloring. Kennel potty training. Grew very fast. Walking her off leash on a patch of grass by the condo complex — ran across the street; a car driving very fast hits her; driver briefly stops; warm day, me with no shirt; frozen for a moment; as I start walking towards the car and Roxie, the driver drives off; younger guy; didn’t get info on car; she appeared dead on the spot.
— “Grace”, a friend’s Rottie; would crawl onto my lap as I read the paper, sticking her head under the newspaper first to get my attention; I’d try to read with her on my lap; we’d “wrestle” on the ground, at eye level; she accidentally grazed the inside tip, on one side, of my nose with her teeth…..a lot of bleeding. Didn’t change our interaction. I was with her as she was put down….cancer?….at the same hospital that Max died at. Her owner could not bear to go in and be with her.