To know Roxy was to know love. It was to know joy in its purest, fastest form.
When we lost her in 2024, the world suddenly became a much quieter, stiller place. And for a Border Collie like Roxy, stillness was never the goal. She was a force of nature. A blur of black and white, and a spirit that simply could not be contained.
They say Border Collies are working dogs, bred to have a job. But Roxy didn't herd sheep. Her job was loving us, and, perhaps even more importantly, her job was the tennis ball. She approached a game of fetch with the same intensity and focus that a surgeon brings to the operating table. The world could be falling apart, but if you had a ball in your hand, Roxy was locked in. Ball is life.
She was the definition of "full of energy." She didn't just walk through life; she sprinted. But she also had her own special way of relaxing. We will miss seeing her perched on her favorite throne: the top of the back of the couch. She would lay there, watching over her room, letting out the occasional groan, fully content just to be near her people.
But what made her truly special wasn't just her energy; it was her heart.
She never met a stranger. To Roxy, a stranger was just a best friend she hadn’t kissed yet. She didn't have a guard dog bone in her body; she was a greeting committee of one. She brightened every single day. It didn't matter if it was raining or if work was hard. Coming home to her was a reset button.
Saying goodbye has been incredibly hard. The house feels too big without her patrolling it, and the couch looks empty without her on top of it. But we find comfort in knowing that somewhere, the fields are endless, the grass is green, and the supply of tennis balls never runs out.
We love you, sweet girl. Thank you for the miles we walked together, the smiles you gave to everyone you met, and the light you brought into our lives.
Run free, Roxy Girl.