24/02/2025
Part I
Empty.
Is the space behind your "fence window." Where you aimed keen eyes and a sharp nose beyond the confines of your yard, and I looked for you each and every time I drove by.
Quiet.
Is Innes St where your distinguished bark prevailed, and I smiled when you and your brother's dramatic discussions echoed through our neighborhood.
Still.
Are our hearts contending with the ineffable loss of your ninja kisses and bushy-tailed greetings and piercing blue stares that pleaded for that mutual affection from Your People.
Zooey left this world on Wednesday. Leaving a great deal of grief behind in my heart and an unimaginable weight for her parents and brother Lou. It feels raw and impossible to give voice to the multitude of ways this dog - this one, crazy, spunky, uninhibited, nut of a dog - influenced my life in facets beyond just my career.
I was gifted just shy of 7 years to know and love all that was Zooey. Zo-zo. Bo-bo. Zo-thang. Bubba. The dog who gifted me the notoriously abrupt muzzle punch to my face during our first encounter on May 10th, 2018.
Zooey swiftly recategorized me from the initial "Stranger" status to her mental rolodex of "Friends" in those mere 45 minutes together. Throughout the years, she was a felonious poop-eater, a dog with more personality than half the humans on this planet, a fanatic for water in all it's forms (note that her ma and pa made her a fountain🤍) and a creature that, understandably, attracted regular attention from the public - but wanted none of it. She radiated fairytale-like beauty and sported the most dazzling, hypnotic, and wonky blue eyes. She saw no need to franternize with unfamiliar faces. Zo preferred they remain well outside her personal bubble, in all honesty. Especially if they were on wheels, or running, or small and loud, or furry with 4 legs, or wearing a mail carrier uniform, and so on.
Part II in the next post...
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