I brought Lexi home as an 8 week old puppy in November 2001.
She was a beautiful brindle boxer/pit bull mix who got me in quite a lot of
trouble with my landlord, as I wasn’t allowed to have pets in my building – as
any true pet lover knows, rules about animals are merely suggestions that don’t
necessarily need to be followed! We always had fun rollerblading when we lived in
Hamden, she would wear a harness and drag me sled-dog style down the bike
trail, and when I moved into Fairfield, St. Mary’s in Black Rock became our new
favorite place to hang out – she loved to swim in the marsh at high tide. Her
brother Roscoe, a boxer, came into our lives in 2004, and she had a constant
companion from then on. She lived a very comfortable doggy life in our home in
Stratford, we have a big yard where her and Roscoe ran and played, and a big
couch to spread out on inside. Her tail would wag so hard she would leave
bruises on your leg (and knock more than a few things off the coffee table).
Anyone who knew Lexi knew her tail.
In April of this year, I came home to find my previously
perfectly healthy dog had a distended belly, and my 10 years of training in
veterinary medicine told me that something really bad was going on – despite
the still wagging tail. Cancer was at the top of my list of “what could be
wrong,” and unfortunately, I was right. I said goodbye to Lexi in July, but she
didn’t go down without a fight, and her tail never stopped wagging. I’ll talk
more about the path we took through emergency surgery and aggressive chemotherapy
next time. For now, I want to share one of my favorite pictures of her with
you. Thanks for taking the time to follow our story.
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