My beloved Zander.
My one and only Prince.
November 17, 2008 - March 12, 2016
One year 10 days post amputation.
Cancer robbed another innocent soul.
I want to honor Zander's life rather than grieve it. He brought us so much joy and made a seamlessly integration with our already established pack.
He was our resident mouth piece who showed his excitement by barking like a certain cow doggie who happened to be his mother.
But his roo, his beautiful baritone roo was both music to our ears and a beauty to behold. Head back. Needle Nose straight up and he sang with soul.
Speaking of soul. Zander's eyes. He has the deepest, most expressive brown eyes I have ever seen. The most beautiful eyes....and they followed me everywhere, all the time. He positioned himself on a certain bed, his bed, so he could follow everything I did.
Aside from having a deep appreciation of food ( particularly Vienna fingers) Zander lived for his walkies. Even after his amputation, within 3 weeks, he was leading the pack on 2 one mile walks a day. Literally, leading the pack. But, he hated his coat. When he saw the coats come out, I would have to chase him around the dining room table, then he would run back into the den and plop down on his bed, making getting the coat on more difficult. So, many times, we said the hell with it. It was comical. Seriously comical. He didn't "do coats". It became a game. He won. Always.
Luckily, he had his own natural fur coat.
Like his momma before him, he had the lushest, thickest, most beautiful coat of hair I have ever felt. And so soft. My fingers became buried in the thickness of it. And how he loved when I ran my fingers through his coat. And I did. All the time. I could stroke him for hours. And I did. All he time.
But my favorite part of Zander's "looks " was the black smudge across the side of his face. That was what I called "the Elsie kissy spot". And kiss it I did. He thrived on the loving. He loved to be loved. Boy, did he wind up in the right place because Rich and I adored loving him. When he slept or was just laid out chilling and relaxed, he looked like a sleeping Prince. My Prince.
I could never express how much I will miss him. I can honestly say that my heart will never be the same.
Again, as with Elsie, I hope I get some sort of sign. Not being a believer, I'd like to be proven wrong.
Sweet dreams, my Prince. I love you and I always will. Forever and ever....
Goodnight, Sweet Prince.