Zeke- 1 year later..

It’s been 1 year since my beloved boxer, Zeke, passed away. Life goes on- but I still miss that funny dog. His bunny-hop down the driveway, looking in at the window when he wanted me to come outside, pushing his bowl around as he ate his food. I miss our walks around the land- taking pictures. Miss buying him bones and watching him throw the bone in the air and grin. He brought joy and happiness to so many- and all he really ever wanted was a good ear rub and an enthusiastic voice saying “That’s a good Zeke-y boy!”

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Having a dog for 10 years changes you- makes you a better person. Seeing him grow from puppy-hood to adult-hood is something else. Sometimes he would cock his head at me and I could ALMOST think he understood exactly what I was saying.

Other days, I would be playing music- and you could see by his steps when it was a song he liked.

Sitting outside reading, he would slide up near me and investigate my books. He sometimes would look over my shoulder as I read. Or nose my books- saying “T, read this 1 next!”

The last day Zeke was alive was hard. I knew it was coming. I hated there was nothing I could do. But I loved on him, petted him and provided him with Smartwater as we sat together- both knowing our time together was drawing to an end.

But today, I want to celebrate Zeke. The cuteness of Zeke. My love for my sweet dog.

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This was taken during a lovely Thanksgiving day. I’d just gotten a new camera and wanted to play with the features. Who better to be a model than my dog?

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A spring day. A day with no plans- except to enjoy the breeze in the air, the smell of flowers, and the pitter-patter of feet running behind me, investigating the land on our spring day walk.

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                                                        So cute in sunglasses!

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My sweet dog. Missing you.  Wish you were here today.

To Zeke- the greatest dog. You were and always will be loved.

To read more about Zeke- read Zeke, Zeke- “my you tell your dog first dog”, Good-bye Zeke, and Dog + Reading A book = Adorable

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According to Allison @ The Book Wheel it’s National Dog Week! If you need to see some adorable pics of pups- she’s got them!

National Dog Week slipped up on me as I don’t have a dog anymore- my sweet dog is doing his “bunny hop” in a better place. I still miss Zeke, maybe not as much as in the days and weeks after he passed away- but still quite a bit. I can laugh about memories of him now, though.

Zeke’s bunny hop. The way he doggy smiled. How he would sit at the door waiting on me.

 

Other memories:

Coming back from New Orleans (Spring Break baby!) I was rolling my luggage back to the house, on the sidewalk. My roommate and I was chatting as we walked to my parent’s home, stopped and gaze Zeke a couple of quick pats and was going to head into the house to grab a drink and relax before heading back to college. I noticed, after a minute, that my luggage had gotten heavier, so I stopped and turned around- there was Zeke- riding on top of my luggage- with a big ole grin. He was happy to see me and did not want me rushing in! Plus, he just had this thing about luggage!

 

One day, I came home and was ready to get my Philosophy package- I had ordered the most divine smelling shower gel- this Melted Hot Chocolate. The package was not on the steps- which concerned me as I had checked the UPS order. I couldn’t find my dog, either. Then I catch a whiff in the air- a smell of hot chocolate. Immediately, I go searching. And yes, Zeke had ripped through the package. And chewed the bottle of 16 buck shower gel. Looking at him, I was pretty mad. I was in college- and that bottle cost me 2 hours of babysitting. And yet…. he looked so silly with shower gel all over him- and grinning- that I couldn’t stay TOO mad!

 

Other pictures and memoires of Zeke can be found here:

Zeke- my “you tell your dog first” dog

Dog + Reading A Book = Adorable!

Good-bye Zeke, Good-bye…. You Will Be Missed.

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Zeke- my “you tell your dog first” dog.

Reading Alison Pace’s book, You Tell Your Dog First, has brought forth a flurry of emotions: happiness, sadness and many more.

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Alison writes of her love for Carlie and the antics that Carlie finds herself in. I love Carlie. Carlie is a happy little dog, a dog that comes into your heart and make a day seem brighter.However, as I’m reading You Tell Your Dog First– I’m reminded of my own recently deceased dog, Zeke. I try to focus on the good memories, but somedays I’m still beside myself.

While I’ve always had dogs, I learned at an early age that things can happen to dogs (getting hit by vehicles, eating the neighbor’s rat poison, and being dognapped) are just a few of the heartaches I suffered over the years. Then Zeke came into my life. He was my brother’s dog first, but over the years- he became more of my dog. Zeke was a boxer- a beautiful dog. Caramel colored, chocolate-y ears, and white places on his feet. When he loved you, you knew it. A doggy grin that stretched for miles, a bunny hop run when he was happy, leaning on you when he wanted some petting- while Zeke could not talk- he was clear in his requests.

Zeke was also a camera lover- and my personal model for many pictures. He would see my camera and begin to pose- sometimes looking away from the camera in a stoic, yet majestic way. Sometimes smiling that doggy smile. He even liked props- glasses, hats, and other things.

Zeke knew everything. He knew when I was happy, sad, mad, hurt. He knew when I needed to pet him to distract me from worrying or when I needed him to come over for a hug.

While sometimes it may have crossed that mind that I wished Zeke could talk, it was probably best that he could not. As we could have wrote a tell-all book. Not that he would have- becasue that was not in Zeke’s nature. He was protective of me and I was of him.

One day, I’ll have another dog. A dog that I’ll love. A dog that will get multiple pictures taken of. A dog that will have pillows and creature comforts.  But Zeke- Zeke will always be my original “you tell your dog first” dog.

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Good-bye Zeke, Good-bye…. You will be missed.

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Zeke. My dog. My best friend. Subject of many pictures. Lover of ear-rubs, good brushings, hugs and fluffy pillows. Could smell a fresh pedicure a mile away and would make a bee-line to lick toes. Doggy-grins and perked up ears majority of the time. Color of caramel with chocolate dipped ears.

So excited to see people come home he would do a bunny hop. Ears flopping around, tongue hanging out- he loved and he was loved.

You were (and still are loved). Miss you, Zeke-y boy, miss you. xoxo