What we lost.

Since I wrote nothing about Zoe until her death, I figure I had better create something that tells the story of her short life.  The best way that I could think to do this was with the many photos and videos I have of her.  Here is a sequence of my favorites.

Beyond photos and videos, what can I say about Zoe?  I wrote the following in an email the woman I got Zoe from:

She was perfect.  Even though she was less than two years old, she had the temperament of a much more mature dog.  She was rambunctious and playful, but when it was time to settle down and relax, she had no trouble with that either, even if she was bored and would rather be doing something more active.  She had a special spirit that captured the hearts of so many people.  For example, Zoe loved going to the vet, largely because everyone there absolutely adored her and treated her like royalty.  The situation was the same at our favorite doggy daycare.  Zoe's top priority in life seemed to always be fun, not just her own fun but everyone's.  She was a true clown, and she was very good at getting just about any dog to play with her.  She put other dogs at ease.  She was fearless and loved playing rough with larger dogs, and she was not particularly dominant or submissive--she was happy to play whatever role would make the game more fun for everyone involved.  She also loved playing with people, of course, and she was even good at just entertaining herself without doing anything bad; for example, she was good at tossing her own toys around for herself.  The truth is that she was the epitome of joy, and she wiggled her way into the heart of everyone she spent any significant time with.  On a daily basis, I got comments from strangers about how sweet and beautiful she was.  They didn't know the half of it.