She was jet black, with a little silver around her muzzle.
She had a strong, steady gaze and a serious disposition, except when she pranced and leapt in the air with delight (usually just before supper.)
Few souls on this earth enjoy mealtime as much as she did.
So mellow, she modulated the energy around her. As if her own life-force spread out, and filled the room with OOM. It was impossible, for instance, to quarrel when she was nearby – you just didn’t feel like it.
Except! She had more in common with every cat I ever knew – than any dog.
What? A Labrador Retriever like a cat?
She was a golden, solid friend of mine. And to her family, more precious than diamonds, rubies and pearls.
May the tears shed from broken hearts today pave your way into the next paradise, Zoe.