Trixy was born in Louisiana in 2005 and found amidst the wreckage of Hurricane Katrina. She was as lively as Mardi Gras and as fierce as the hurricane. Trixy was a survivor. Trixy’s early life was that of struggle, violence, and loneliness.
I met Trixy at Animal Haven animal rescue in 2008. When I saw her I immediately knew she would be mine. When I went to pick her up at the rescue, she broke free of the handler, ran, dove onto her back and slid across the floor, peeing everywhere out of excitement; that’s when I knew I was her’s.
I was fully aware of her issues but unlike many adopters before me,I saw the bright loving and loyal dog she was. Before officially adopting her I was told that if for whatever reason I had to return her she would be rendered not adoptable and would have to be euthanized due to the extensive trauma and loss she experienced in her life. From that moment on it became my mission to ensure that no matter what the circumstance I would never give up on Trixy. I never did.
Trixy was very judgmental and most never got her approval. She had few friends, but those she allowed into her very exclusive club, she would love until the end of days. You never really knew how she felt about you until you got the belly up stamp of approval. After that you were her’s for life.
Trixy adored her Nana and her Nana loved her dearly. She loved a relaxing afternoon in the yard hanging out with her dog grandpa. Our friend Dip started out by calling her Hannibal when they first met; he became one of her favorite people. I’ll never forget when Molly was eating a bagel on the couch and Trixy, after much plotting, dove at her out of the blue and snatched away her bagel to lick all the cream cheese off and then hid the evidence. Auntie Molly was a staple in Trixy’s life and her favorite. A Boston/New England fan first, Trixy enjoyed watching the Giants or the Mets with Roark and always loved a good snuggle with Lisa. The first time I hung out with Luke, Trixy took to him immediately and jumped right on his lap for the whole ride home.
Trixy and I traveled the country from Boston to New Haven to Montana and back. She was always there for me as I was her. People often say that owners and pets become the same and I suppose it’s true for Trixy and I. We share the same vigor , perseverance, and attitude. Even in the darkest days she has given me the willingness keep fighting forward and not look back. She’s been with me my entire adult life 19 to 31. She has been with me from college, through many moves, and my wedding. It’s hard to imagine life without her and luckily I don’t have to. Trixy will always be part of me. She influenced my life in so many ways and is the reason I became a dog trainer. Her spirit will live on in me forever and her love will always be there.
I never gave up on Trixy and she never stopped loving me.
I love you Trixy. You are my girl and always will be.
Our last picture
