My brother's dog, Zeus died. I feel really sad about it for a couple of reasons. First, I loved Zeus. Second, he and Aika are about the same age. If Zeus was old enough to die, that means Aika is too. I’ve denied that for a while but can’t anymore. It hurts my soul. I am one of those ridiculous people that treats their dog like a member of the family. Zeus’ death gives me emptiness.
He was full of personality. He loved cats—loved them to death. In fact, he loved all the cats in my parents’ neighborhood to death. He was strong and fast. My brothers would hold Zeus’ leash and let him pull them on their skateboards or bikes. Zeus could jump a 6ft tall fence and would play fetch until his tongue was licking the ground from exhaustion.
Zeus was also gentle with children, smart and loyal. He knew cool tricks and loved to be scratched behind the ears. When my mom would come home from work, Zeus would spend a few minutes sniffing up and down her pant legs to see whose houses she had visited. It’s strange that he’s gone.
Zeusy was a good boy. I’ll miss him.
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