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Leave a bone for Zoe
Nicknames:
Sweet Soulmate
Doggie Dynamics:
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Sun Sign: 
Likes:
Me, of course, and meeting new people.
Pet-Peeves:
When she gets down on the floor and tries to play with Louie, my miniature dachshund, who snubs her and won't play.
Favorite Toy:
Zoe never did take to liking toys. Maybe she never had any in her life before she came to live with me. She showed no interest in toys.
Favorite Food:
Most anything, but I have never been one to feed dogs a lot of people food. Zoe liked treats with peanut butter flavor.
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere.
Best Tricks:
She was never the type to do tricks. She would sit, lie down, shake hands, etc., but mostly liked to snuggle with me.
Arrival Story:
I had previously had two Dobermans in my lifetime. After many years without one, I wanted another Doberman--a red female this time. I contacted my local rescue group. I looked at their Dobermans for nearly a year, and they didn't like it that I had not adopted one. I am very intuitive, and somehow the chemistry was never right. Then I heard about Zoe, who was being fostered about 200 miles away at Ft. Riley, Kansas. Zoe had been found lying in a ditch, nearly dead, weighing only 35 pounds. She also had whipworms, and showed signs of recently having a litter. Animal control in Junction City were about to euthanize her when a Junction City police officer heard about her. The police officer lived at Ft. Riley, where her husband was an army captain. They owned two Dobermans. Kathy told animal control to take the dog to her vet. Between the two of them--Kathy and her vet--they saved Zoe's life. Kathy named her Zoe, because no one knew her real name or where she had come from. When she was ready to leave the vet's care, Kathy took her home and contacted the rescue group here in KC, who told me about her. Kathy and I met halfway between Ft. Riley and Kansas City. When I first met Zoe, it was love at first sight. I felt it immediately. The chemistry was there. My intuition kicked in and I had no doubts at all. Zoe was the sweetest-natured, most loving dog I had ever known. She was never intrusive. She did not lick people. She had perfect manners. Whatever attention she received she behaved so appreciatively, yet was never demanding of attention. She was my soul-mate, more than any other dog I had ever known. I know she could read my mind. There are no words to describe how much I miss her.
Bio:
Zoe was a "healing" dog in the truest sense of the word. She instinctively knew where people were hurting. Zoe was not a dog who licked people. When I had a painful knee problem, though, and while I was sleeping, she would use her nose to push my pj bottoms above my knee and lick my knee. When I had pneumonia, she lay on the couch next to me and gently would lay her head across my chest and slowly press and just lie there. I swear I could feel her healing powers transferred into my body. I have never known anything quite like it. There was no "real" way to know Zoe's age when she was rescued--the best guess was possibly four years old. She was with me for ten years. The last year she was alive, her back legs began to be uncooperative with the rest of her body. She was not in pain, but she was losing strength and feeling in her back legs. She started to trip and fall a lot on stairs, and had to be helped up onto the couch. The vet said to me, "you and Zoe have such a symbiotic relationship that she will find a way to tell you when she is ready to go. Meanwhile, as long as she is enjoying quality of life, let her have that for as long as possible." My last picture of Zoe enjoying quality of life was on an early spring day. I had let her outside, and I watched as she lay down in the grass in the sunshine and lifted her head up to the breeze and smelled all the good smells of spring. Two days later, she lay down on the floor and refused to try to get up. I brought her her food dish, put it down on the floor by her head, and she took her nose and pushed it away, then she looked deeply into my eyes, and I knew. It was a weekend, and I slept on the floor beside her. She slept off and on but never moved. The next morning my neighbor came over and carried her to my car, I phoned the vet's office, and all I had to say was, "I'm on my way to your office with Zoe," and they knew. When I drove up there were two vet techs outside waiting with a stretcher. The vet thought I should not be there when he gave her the injection. I refused to leave her. I told him that when I adopted Zoe I made a promise to her: that she would never ever be abandoned again, and I wasn't about to abandon her now. Mine was the last voice she heard, and mine was the last touch she felt. I like to picture her in my mind as a happy puppy jumping and playing and having a wonderful time.
Forums Motto:
My sweet soulmate
The Groups I'm In:
Doberman Home
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 3 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
957565
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February 13th 2009 2:05 pm
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Zoë has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
The most loving, trusting, giving, gentle, and beautiful soul I have ever known. She gave me 10 years of joy and comfort. She was approximately four years old when I "rescued" her. Whoever said we "rescue" animals had it backwards. Zoë rescued me. I hope she is with her "daddy" and Linda.
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