Zoey did not survive the injuries she sustained when she dislocated her left hip and the events that followed. For two days she seemed to improve and then she went down hill. The vet suspected an ulcer caused by the pain and anti-inflammatory medication, and we began treating that. However, she lost ground all afternoon on the fifth day after the initial injury , could not stand on her right leg, and was extremely lethargic. Her death was unexpected and a deep shock, and the vet believes it was unrelated to the hip dislocation or ulcer, possibly a blood clotting disorder, but has no definite answer because there was no autopsy.
Zoey was two days shy of her twelfth birthday when she died, but in her heart and in her head she was not an old girl. She was still full of the joy of living and enjoying it to her fullest. Greeting people at the front door with delight, especially if she knew and loved them, and she loved many, as they did her. She seemed to know if it was a loved one behind the closed door as she was extra happy and excited in anticipation. She played gleefully with Katherine when Katherine would hide when she arrived. Zoey would jump, and twirl, be patted, run for a drink of water, come back and repeat.
She loved everything about being a dog. Famous for chasing bicycles, and even catching a few, she had a record with the city. You could see the moment she lost her mind and begin to run after her prey with me screaming and running behind her, deaf to any commands. Of course this led to more time on a leash, and me seeking safe places for her to fully exercise. But I loved my walks with her as she and I explored the world. Me usually visually, her by olfaction. When it snowed she would sniff from paw print to paw print of other dogs and animals, one at a time.
Zoey was a great traveller. We have done many long road trips together, Quebec and Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, and Sioux Lookout. The next big trip was the one coming up, the canal boat and then Italy, and not having her as my companion has taken some of the shine away, at least for the time being. But she will be with me in spirit.
Which ever room I was in, there she was. A constant companion wherever we went. Content to be together. I will miss her so much. She is buried in Owen Sound next to the graves of the beloved pets of my dear friend Sue and her partner Leslie, but she is in my heart forever.