My day started in a bad way when I got a call from Gwen that Vox had died. Vox was Gwen and Andre’s dog and Vox was a great dog.
Now I have been lucky and have yet to lose anyone close to me and the death of my dog when I was in my early twenties hit me harder than many other things did in my life. I can remember living alone in my apartment and just bawling like a kid a night or so after we had to take the family dog of fourteen years to the vet to be put down, so I know Gwen is heartbroken. I’m sad too as I loved visiting Vox when I visited with Gwen and can’t imagine how tough it will be when Kiki, my dog, dies.
Vox was always an energetic and happy dog and she had two great owners with Gwen and Andre. My own dog only plays tug of war, but Vox would happily chase a ball and bring it back to you over and over and over again. She was a ball of energy and a loving dog. No matter what type of day you had or how tired you are the family dog is always going to be there for you and love you. My own dog would come up to be when I had a bad day and just put her face in my lap in an effort to make me feel better. Whenever I visited Vox was always happy to see me and would let you know it. I know she cheered up Gwen and Andre no matter what crisis or headaches they were dealing with over the years.
I’ll always remember Vox as fun, energetic and just a great dog, I miss you Vox.