Zoë

This is a post about my dog, Zoë. She will be fifteen years old on March 10. She is the best and most beautiful dog that has ever been. My heart is wrung because she is old and sick and must be put down–killed to prevent a lingering death. I know she will be at peace, even if I am not.
My feelings are summed up in the following quote (from Roger Whittaker’s “The Last Farewell”):

. . . My heart is filled with tears at this farewell,

For you are beautiful–

And I have loved you dearly,

More dearly than the spoken word can tell.

I love you, Zoë.

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