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- Catiya
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- Nadia
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- Roxie
About two and a half years ago, maybe just a little longer, my wife received a phone call from a lady we knew involved with Woodstock in Lexington, Ky. Woodstock does a lot of pet adoption and low cost pet care programs in central KY. The lady knew that we were involved with rescuing animals, particularly pit bulls. She had received a call about a female pit with two pups that were two weeks old. They had been dropped off by a drug dealer with one of his crackheads because the police had discovered the house where he and his buddies were keeping their fighting dogs. We went over to look at the three dogs, and we took the pups home and preceded to bottle feed them and get them healthy. I had a attack of conscience after a few days, and I suggested that we try to get the mother, Roxie, as well. The mother was in bad shape. She had been fought, used as bait while pregnant, and she was very animal aggressive. But she was one of the sweetest dogs to people ever, even after what those people had done to her.
My wife went to this drug dealer’s house under the quise of taking the dog to nurse her back to health anf then return her. Of course, there were no plans to return her. Once at our house, she was reunited with her pups, and we began the process of trying to break the problems caused by years of abuse. We slowly worked her into our pack by introducing her first to our pup, Bodie (pictured with her further down the page). Then, we introduced her to our alpha male Vinnie, and they were allowed to play together supervised in the backyard. This went well after some initial confrontations, so we were after about three months able to let her play with all four of our other dogs unsupervised. She was a very happy girl. However, a few months later on Chritmas Eve 2006, she attacked our 130lb. lab rotti mix, Bridger. My wife would have married that dog instead of me if she could I believe. We spent all that night at a vet clinic, lost him a couple of times, and eventually he died about 8pm on Christmas night. This was a horrible event., but we next had to figure out what to do with Roxie. After a lot of tears and discussion, we decided to have her euthanized. We were afraid she would do it again, that the trauma from her past was too great to overcome. I held her in my arms the entire time while the vet did the deed. She left this world with me holding her and crying. She was loved and I still wish I could have done more. We just weren’t well versed enough in the rescue process to get her the help she needed. The puppies got great homes, but we could only do our best for Roxie. My wife and I are no longer together, but she still has Roxie’s ashes along with Bridger’s. Roxie was a baby, an innocent, and some idiot who wanted a pitbu’ , a fighting dog, led to her being killed before her time. Let’s all try to make sure there aren’t any more Roxie’s someday soon.
BULLYGOODTIME! 