Goodbye To Zoe

 



My son lost one of his two dogs yesterday. Zoe was almost 16 years old, when the combination of old age and bone cancer forced him into making a decision. She lived a long dog life, full of love and joy, but it’s hard for him to see thru the hurt right now. The pain of the loss is indescribable. My son lives alone, so his dogs are his only children. That said, Zoe was the special one. His hurt will eventually become manageable, but it will never heal. I know.  Pet owners know. 


My wife and I loved Zoe as well.  When we got the message, we wept bitterly. Tears are still flowing as I type these words. Last night my son sent me a piece of writing that describes pet owners perfectly.  Thanks to Suzanne Clothier for writing it.  I wish I had. 



“There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals. It is a cycle unlike any other. To those who have never lived through its turnings and walked its rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with full knowledge that they will be broken seems incomprehensible. Only we know how small a price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.”


We love you Zoe. And we will see you again, I know.  


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