Christmas is the time we are grateful for gifts - and Christmas eve, 2016, was a bittersweet moment, for this was the day that Zoey died.
Zoey was a gift - a small, 10 lb. (at best) Princess of Pomerania, who persevered despite an enlarged heart, partially collapsed trachea, with attendant problems of breathing. At her last breath, I said, "Give me a kiss, Zoey" -- and she licked my ear.
Zoey was a gift - who came to us when our niece passed away. Zoey, herself, was a rescue dog, who had not been at all treated well. But she had simple needs - to love and be loved, to eat, sleep and poop. And was she ever good at loving! She was much better than I, always standing near the door when she thought I should be home, greeting me with her tail wagging and ready to be hugged and kissed.
Zoey was one of God's innocents - not as I, or we, but a true innocent. I cried as she was about to die, and stood, unashamedly sobbing in the hallway of the animal hospital as I held her still warm body. I refused to leave her, but delivered her to the hands of the vet.
Zoey was a truly unmerited gift, a Christmas gift - and I but wish I could love and freely and openly as she loved me.... I loved her and I shall miss her, greatly. But the gift she gave lives on.....