she was golden

 You shot into our hearts and filled our lives with fireworks from day one. We playfully nicknamed you "devil dog" during your puppy years, but each mischief making moment made us love you more.

Zoë endured three hip operations within two years but was ever joyful after each hospital stay. Her doctors admired her courage and tenacity during recovery and life lessons were not lost on us. You taught us to appreciate the moment and enjoy life to the fullest.

Each new home we shared with you was a playground with new sights, smells, and you were happy as long as your chair was waiting for you at the end of a busy day. You loved your morning walks with Daddy to get the paper; you were a snow bunny; you reveled in the thrill of the hunt when the cat dropped her unwanted hunting trophies for the family to "play" with.

You were the life of the party, the belle of the ball, and a force to be reckoned with. Eleven years was too quick with our furry, curly girl...but we are thankful we were allowed to share the joyful life of our "golden girl" Zoë.