Lost Zoey yesterday. 2 months before her 11th birthday. She was very sick in February but bounced back with medication so we were both happy to get in a little more paddling.
This was our favorite turnaround spot about 2 miles upstream of our favorite put-in. Even at 10 years old with arthritis she’d act ike a puppy and is about to bark at me because she wants to play.
I have a lot of pictures of the back of her head. She’d see and hear things that I missed and vice versa. She didn’t like to be out more than about 2 hours but we both enjoyed the routine. On our last few paddles the look of contentment on her face was a treat…she was just so happy to be in the canoe.
Mega condolences. My dogs have always been my best paddling partners. It seems so unfair they don’t get a longer complement of days compared to our lives. I’ve lost some before and ir’s never easy. Peace.
I know your pain. I still miss Maggie, and she has been gone since Oct. 2017. I always enjoyed your postings with pictures of Zoey. I am partial toward hound dogs. I suspect looking through your photos for these you posted was both joy and sorrow. Thank you for sharing her with us. She knew how you felt about her. That is a good thing.
Sorry for your loss. Nothing like a good boat dog. The only cure I know of is more dogs. My friends are old and lazy, but my dog always wants to be in a boat.
Yes thank you everyone. I’ll indulge myself one last time and then I’ll shut up. My wife got Zoey for free at “the longest yard sale” in Liberty, Kentucky. Zoey was 5 weeks old and 3 pounds and I got a message “can I have her?” on my flip phone while on a business trip in China. Zoey was 50% coonhound, 25% yellow lab and 25% terrier per her DNA analysis. The white stripe between her eyes was terrier. Zoey was smart and senditive and not very obedient. She was fast; when young she caught a squirrel, a turkey and a fawn…but she just bumped the turkey and squirrel with her nose playfully and left the fawn and it’s mother alone when they didn’t run She could run around you in circles until you got dizzy and then sneak up behind you to let you know she “got you”. She barked a lot but coonhounds are bred to chase things up trees. Some people were afraid of her but she was always just playing and never hurt anyone and our neighbors’ kids all loved her. She liked girls best and growled at men. She was a wonderful, unique dog and she will be missed.
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