i’ve always had a dog.
or rather . . . they have had me.
i have never met one i didn’t like. seriously. ever.
but my last one was hard.
the loss of him fair to broke my heart
into little bits.
i’m still not over it. and it’s been two years.
he died of cancer. . . that monster that seems to stalk my life.
he was my zeke.
this post is because now i can do pictures of him to show you.
my first post about him i didn’t know how yet.
a happy guy. posing in his best tuxedo.
this is the way he sat and talked seriously with old cal. cal was a world war II vet. and they visited.
if you’re new to the peanut and want to meet zeke in his first post on my little blog . . .
just click on the button at the top next to the home button . . .
you’ll see it there . . . ‘ for the love of zeke ‘ . . .
or it can also be reached on the side bar. just click on his picture.
it’s definitely worth reading the short story of himself and the old vet named cal.
. . . if you’re like me . . .
maybe you’d just like to read about him again and again.
he is quite simply ~ my love.
he’s thinkin’ that tuxedo he wears is pretty sharp.
i have to agree!
just hangin’ out with a girl friend. that’s penelope the lovable basset.
the guy’s got charm.
and he even shared his rawhide bone! wow. charming AND sweet!
she’s really not chewing on her ear. though it does look like it! LOL!
hey tam! i’m ready to come back in now. how ’bout a walk?
i’m ready! i was born ready!
we had 12 years of love and walks and cuddles and just
living the good life
with each other.
then things started to go wrong. a small tumor grew rapidly.
you can see it in this picture. it was under the fur. but it was also
everywhere else in his little body.
it caused him to hemorrhage inside eventually.
our vet drained the fluid at first.
it worked for awhile. but then . . . it became mostly blood.
he was too weak for even that to help and it was pointless anyway.
he stopped eating and drinking his water.
the doctor said seizures would come next.
it was time. he was silently suffering.
it was the single hardest thing i have ever done in my entire life.
i held him in my arms.
i kissed his nose.
he was my zeke.
this is little papito. he was zeke’s best friend. well. after me of course.
papito is best friend to my own good neighbor and friend debora.
they live across the street.
papito loved my zeke too. at the end . . .
he would come in and they would just be content to lie near each other.
but before . . . before . . . oh!
they used to run like little demons all through the house! chasing and
zigging and zagging! what fun they had!
my darling forever love little zeke.
. . . . you never left me zekey. i carry you in my heart.
til it stops beating.