We lost our beautiful Zoë girl yesterday morning – the kidney disease finally wore her out and her back legs wouldn’t get her up any more.
What that dog has taught me from first to last about gusto and fun and sheer hedonistic delight is nobody’s business. I hope I can bring half the zest and guilt-free enjoyment to pursuing my pleasures that she did. She was a truly loving and indomitable spirit, and hungry to the end. Against all odds and predictions, she never completely lost her appetite, and we were always able to find something she fancied. Roast chicken and ice cream, the night before she died. That’s my girl. God, I am going to miss her.
Thanks to all who have asked after her in the last several months. Your good wishes helped keep us all going.