We adopted her from the Animal Control because her previous owner had died. We got her a few months before Reece was born. We never actually knew how old she was. Animal Control guessed she was about 7 years old when we got her, so that put her at 14 years old.
I actually didn't think anyone would think much of me putting her down; but I was very mistaken. As soon as we told the family, they all started freaking out. I think it's just one of those things where you realize, at the moment something is going away, how much you took it for granted. It was a total bawl fest.
Gideon insisted on accompanying me to the vet; which was probalby a mistake. It was a little more traumatic than I was expecting. I'll spare the details.
We buried her in the back yard; next to the rabbits.
A few things about Zoey:
- She always came into a room and stared at Megan. Megan hated it. I always thought it was some kind of power play.
- She had a funny sounding yaun.
- She would shake all the time. Between the staring, yauning, and shaking, it drove Megan nuts.
- She was super well trained and smart. We rarely ever put her on a leash because she was keyed in on where she should be.
- Against Megan's instructions, I fed her dinner food all the time.
Here's some photos of her over the years.
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soon after we got her[/caption]
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