Last week unexpectedly my dog of 14 years dies due to cancer. She showed no signs of being ill and was gone by Friday afternoon. It may sound like I am being a big baby, but I cried and cried and cried till I thought there was nothing left, then I cried some more. I didn't know she was that sick, she never acted like anything was amiss. I am doomed to wonder that if I had known, could I have saved her. I'll never know the answer, she couldn't set me down. tell me there was a problem.
Zoe was the best dog I ever had. We had been through much. The death of my father, death of my mother, a move across country. Through all that she remained my closest companion, the rock that anchored me. It is a week today that I lost her, a rainy sad day. I miss her with all my heart and soul. Moving on has been the most a difficult thing. I still look for her when I come in the door. The mind knows what the heart won't accept.
Her she is in the last months of her life.
I love you little girl and will always love you.
