
24/02/2025
Part III of III
The precise moment I reached the squares of sidewalk in front of her house, on my way to say "hello" and "goodbye" to Zo for the final time on Wednesday, a hawk flew in from my right, and soared up to a tree to my left. Mere feet from my face. I decided it was a sign. To hell with coincidence. I say it was her spirit animal posting up nearby, preparing to lead her on to the next chapter in The Life of Zooey.
It seems fitting for a fiery dog like Zooey. To be a hawk, or a falcon, or an eagle. I'll think of her all the time, for the rest of time. Like all the dogs I've loved and lost over the years.
I loved you so much, Zo. Thanks for making life so interesting and leading me to this little house I call a home, the neighborhood I call my community, and a job that's become a career. I'll see you again soon 🦅
I went back in the archives of Google Photos and Snapchat to find as many memories and moments that I could. I love seeing her in front of the old mural on Lyon st vs the repainted version. And all the beautiful summer flowers, fall colors, white snowfall, and regular ol' dreary backdrops of these memories. She was smiling in all of them, even on the rainy walks. And the many, many photos and videos of her voluptuous b***y and swishy, pom-pom tail. That thing was mesmerizing. It had me smiling through the tears going through years and years of Zooey photos and seeing so many of just her cute butt.
🦅 🕊