A Bittersweet Goodbye for My Best Girl

Roxie’s trademark old-lady face

12 Years Ago, a friend told my ex (Jason) and I that he was fostering a sweet Pitbull named Roxie. I remember going to Central Park to meet them on a sunny, warm day, when it seemed all of New York was outside enjoying the weather.

She could run…boy could she run. Halfway across the great lawn in a minute and then back to where we were with a simple call or whistle. We fell in love with her, and…