Zeke

This is really sad to write. Last night, Eric took our dog Zeke for a walk before bed, and he didn't put him on the leash on the way home. Zeke darted into the street and was hit by a car, a police car actually. Eric came into the house (and I remember thinking the walk was taking a long time) sobbing incoherently, and I saw flashing lights reflecting off the garage wall. I guessed what happened, and I kept asking Eric if something had happened to Zeke since he couldn't talk.

We came outside and went out to Zeke. They had brought him to the front yard, and he was lying on his side, still somewhat warm but definitely not alive. It was so sad to stroke his ears and his side and his stomach. I am not ready for him to be gone. I am especially sad that Zari won't have him to grow up with. She loves playing with him.


She'll have to get used to playing without the real thing.


We carried him into the garage last night and stroked his body for a while before we went to bed. It was hard to get to sleep last night, and it still seems like it shouldn't have happened. This is the last picture I took of Zeke, in February.