Zoey’s new life

It’s been a bit over a week now since Mason died. In that time, our oth­er dog, Zoey, has gone from con­va­les­cent nurse to full-fledged com­pan­ion ani­mal. We got her four years ago to hang with Mason, to make his old age a lit­tle bet­ter. We did not expect him to live near­ly as long as he did, and as a result, Zoey’s life was maybe not as good as it could have been. She was always with Mason, and when he couldn’t go any­where (the park on a hot day, with the fam­i­ly on vaca­tion, camp­ing) then she couldn’t go, either.

Since Mason died, her life has got­ten bet­ter. In this last week she’s gone with us in the car on errands, been to the dri­ve-in movies with us, and gone on long ram­bling walks. I’m pret­ty sure she miss­es him, too, but she seems to be doing okay.

Here’s a pic­ture of her (the best pic­ture I think I’ve tak­en of her) in the back of the mini­van at the dri­ve-in.

Zoey at the drive-in

Zoey at the dri­ve-in

Love your dog? Want a good cry?

My office mate, who has three dogs, sent me a link to this movie. I start­ed to watch it, real­ized what it was about, and hasti­ly stopped play­back. After I screwed up the courage, I watched it with the sound off. I don’t think I would have made it through with the sound on. So here I am, rec­om­mend­ing this movie even though I haven’t actu­al­ly seen it. I may watch it lat­er. Maybe.

Last min­utes with ODEN

Fun­ny thing is, it makes me want to ride my bike (which is some­thing I don’t do… not a “bike guy”)… and get tat­toos (which I should point out, is also some­thing I don’t do). And hug my dog. Mason’s been with us for the bet­ter part of twelve years, and I’ve been prepar­ing myself for the day he dies for sev­er­al of those years now. Just think­ing about it makes me well up. I’m going to be a wreck that day.