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March
10th, our precious Zuzu came to her end on this
earth. She waited until her Daddy returned home
from Alaska that afternoon. Jason, Jerry, Charlotte
Watts and I were with her, supporting her, loving
her, as Dr. Linda Allen came to our house to help
ease Zuzu from her labored breathing into a peaceful
place.
We buried her on the North side
of the house, where I can see her from my bedroom
window. She can bark at the hunters during duck
hunting season, sniff out raccoons sleeping in
trees nearby, flop and roll in the cool grass,
and watch for con trails in the sky.
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We were lucky to find Zuzu in a box
of puppies at the Irrigation Festival eleven years
ago. She was a mix of all the best traits of Australian
Shepherd, Bearded Collie, Black Lab and Irish Wolfhound.
It was love at first sight. She had a pink nose
with black polka dots, which, as she grew from puppy
to dog, turned all black.
Zuzu stole our hearts, as over the years she endeared
herself to us. She became a fixture at The Buzz,
where she shared her precious self with all who
walked through the door. The Saturday before she
died on Thursday, she spent her final night at The
Buzz. She shared some chocolate ice cream with Charlotte
Watts, greeted customers, watched me constantly
from the door where she knew she was allowed to
be, and literally trotted and bounded happily, like
a dog in a cartoon, across the parking lot on her
way to the car at closing.
As my Mother said last night, Zuzu was my sanity.
I believe she was. It was our privilege to have
her in our lives. She was our bell weather when
it came to raised voices and arguing. She was sensitive
and reminded us whenever we forgot.
Soar free Zuzu girl. |
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