Zoe was different. She was the dog with anxiety, the dog that would bark when you left the house, the dog that sounded like she spoke when she’d howl at the neighbors or passer byers, the dog that hated the car, and most importantly, the dog that would eat her medication/pills straight out of your hand like it was a treat. She was afraid of her own farts, it was hilarious to watch her scurry away after you heard her let one out. Zoe was there for me on my darkest days, when I lost my mom. She loved to cuddle, at points getting right up in your face, but I loved those cuddles just as much. Zoe always wanted what we were eating, and always got it as we had to share. Before my mom passed away, Zoe religiously went to bed with her, and quite literally threw her whole body and weight on the pillow, and rolled over for belly rubs. She was the best, different in her own quirky ways, a fire cracker. I am going to miss her and every little thing about her. She made my days brighter, even when the sun didn’t shine.
We will miss you my girl, we love you to the moon and back.
Nicknames: Pretty girl, my sweet girl, my baby girl
Pet parents: Amanda (and her parents, Brian and Joyce)
Favourite toys: Teddy Bear, Lamb Chop & Squirrel
Birth/gotcha date: 2014-11-01
Death date: 2024-11-15
Favourite Activity: Playing with her squeaky toys
Favourite food: She would eat literally anything
Least favourite thing: The Netflix sound
