She was 12 years old.
I'm pretty upset about it. More upset than I expected.
We got Zoe when I was in the 6th grade. We BEGGED my parents for a dog for years. My siblings and I made little signs all over the house saying things like "FIVE kids are more than enough people to take care of ONE dog!" "WE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A DOG!"
I remember my dad saying that we couldn't get a dog unless it could bring him the paper. Surprise, Zoe could! :-)
We think Zoe had some Australian Shepard in her because she was SO smart. We could teach her to do anything -jump through hoops, put treats on her nose, sing when prompted, get the mail.
She was great at learning. Literally NEVER had an accident in the house (excluding the past year), never chewed on anything, never got in the trash or took things off tables. She had incredible manners.
Some of her favorite things to do were chase geese, play hide and go seek with treats and ride in the car. It's hard for me to picture my mom's big green van without Zoe in the middle seat.
HAHAHA! They literally shaved her like a lion! Poofy tail and all! She was SO embarrassed, you could tell. I had a hard time not laughing every time I looked at her. My mom, however, did not think it was funny. "Stop! She is embarrassed!"
Zoe used to "sing" every time I played my clarinet in middle/high school. She would howl and howl and howl. The higher the pitch, the harder she tried to match it. We always thought she should be on America's Funniest Home Videos.
Zoe, you lived a great life. Thanks for being such a loyal, loving dog.