It's been 3 months since my canine buddy Zip passed away. He had been very ill for about 3 months, and it was really hard watching him fade away...every day he seemed to have less strength. I can only imagine what his owners were going through.
The last time Zip came to visit was the day of our yard sale. People around from early morning, dogs from all over coming to visit as well...after the sale was over, we had a party on the terrace, and it was just too much for the little guy. He sought refuge at my place and spent the entire evening sleeping on my kitchen floor. That was April 29th, and probably his last truly active day.
We lived in the same building for 9 years....he started showing up at my door on a regular basis after spending a few days with me while his owners traveled. Some days he would come over once or twice, stay for an hour and then go home. Other days, he would come and go all day long, staying only a few mintues each time...almost enough to drive me crazy. He was like a cat...the only time he really communicated was when he was hungry. I used to laugh when he would come in, feel the sunshine on his back and turn around a few times before plopping down to absorb the warmth.
The last few years he was a constant practically every night...sleeping for hours on my sheepskins. Not the most affectionate of dogs, he had his routines, and I guess my apartment became a santuary of peace as I left him alone to do as he pleased...sleep quietly.There were a few times I completely forgot he was there...until I almost fell over him when I went to lock the door.
And now he's gone...he died peacefully at 4:30 the evening of June 3rd. He had so many fans...for about a week after, people showed up with flowers and pictures and stories...it was really quite touching.
Three months ago, and when I see movement outside my door, even now, I look up expecting to see him, patiently waiting for me to let him in.
