My sister and I were allowed goldfish. But the lack of cuddle ability made them unsatisfactory. Also, the fish liked to fool us by floating belly up to the top of the tank and playing dead. It seemed to us they liked to do this too many times to count. We were not amused.
I grew up and never felt the want for a dog or cat. If I were honest, I would admit that if I did want a pet at any time, it would probably be a cat. But a scant 14 years ago I was introduced to a tiny black and white Jack Russell terrier. She came to live with us.
I did not want her at first. My family did.
Zoey. It’s Greek for life.
Oh, we’re not Greek. It just seemed like the perfect name for her.
She brought life and love and wonder to the family for every one of those 14 years since she walked over the threshold of our house.
A few weeks ago we learned that Zoey had cancer in her lungs and there was no hope for recuperation.
She was suffering.
This morning we could see she was also failing.
We wanted her to have peace.
I would like to say that I was very brave and accompanied family members to the vet for the final visit.
I can’t say that. I was a coward.
I did say goodbye to her before she left with the others and thanked her for being the best little dog ever. I also apologized for not being very welcoming when she first arrived in my life. She looked at me with glazed eyes that seemed to say, “Oh that? Pshaw! I knew I would get you to love me.”
I received a message from the family. They have left the vet’s office.
It’s over.
It was peaceful.
