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Maren and I lost our Zoey on Monday. She left this world peacefully in our arms with a new stuffed duck toy given to her by Jane Nygaard.
Zoey was the sweetest old girl. She had slowed down quite a lot recently, but at 13 ½ we didn't hold that against her. Her lovely white facemask was quite endearing. She smiled ALL the time! She was so soft and fuzzy; no wonder we called her our little Zoey Bear.
Zoey loved her ear scratches which would elicit quite the groaning from our chubby little Z.B. If you scratched her under her chin, she would lean into the scratch and start thumping her back leg until she almost toppled over! The snow held a special attraction for Zoey. She loved nothing more than sitting out in a snow bank for hours. I think the cold felt good on her achy joints and her super thick coat. Besides, when she was outside, she was the queen of the neighborhood. Nothing evaded her watchful eyes or alert ears. (This is kind of strange as her eyes were very cloudy from old age and her hearing was, shall we say, selective at best.) We had’t seen a rabbit or a squirrel in our yard for some time!
Zoey developed a fast growing tumor and had suffered from arthritis. We were dedicated to spoiling her every single day and making sure that she never, ever had to suffer. I made a promise to Zoey the day I brought her home that I would love her, take care of her and make sure she would never suffer up to the very end. (I make this promise to all my dogs.) I told her this every night before she went to bed. I wish I could have had more time before I had to make good on that promise, but I loved her too much to wait too long.
Goodbye, Zoey Bear. We miss you! Dan & Maren |








