I just got home from my two week trip to Florida, greeted by my two favorite dogs, Roxy (2 yr old Bull-Mastiff) and Raven (4 yr old Rot-Husky) The next morning my Dad gave both dogs their monthly dose of flea medicine. Just that night Roxy’s ears became swollen and pussed alot, we didn’t think it was serious so we made an appt for the vet. The morning after her entire body was covered in sores, puss, and she wouldn’t move or walk. We tried to everything and when we got her to the vet we received heartbreaking news. Roxy had a low chance of surviving. Everyday was a battle because our baby wasn’t giving up. I would wake up and bathe her for an hour, than again at night; we would try and feed her with a bottle because she couldn’t eat. Watching my baby dog, only two years old, dying was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. She had to go potty on herself because she wouldn’t move. period. Exactly one week after we gave her the flea medication we finally got her to go potty alone and eat. Things were looking great and my prayers were thought to be answered. My mom woke me up at 6am and her words still are stabbing my heart, muffled from her tears she told me that Roxy had just gone. I couldn’t believe it. She was only two and to see her lifeless body instead of the smiling and energetic dog I knew just ripped my heart out. RIP Roxy You live in our hearts forever.