Thank you guys.

Time is helping, but it's still not easy. I don't think it'll ever be easy.

My friend got me a stuffed dog for my birthday, she's brown with floppy ears (kind of like Roxy) and she has a little adoption certificate and everything and her name is Roxina. My mom cried and all I could do was smile. It was a sweet gift.

I visit Roxy's grave every day, or if I don't walk up to her grave I always look up there and tell her I love her and miss her. She's buried in my grandpa's backyard in one of the holes she began digging that she loved to lay in. I'll try and post a pic of her grave with the pretty flowers on it when I get a chance.