Creek Running North

I’m so sorry for your loss.  From your posts, I can see that Zeke was a very special dog.

Sad, here, too, and hurting with you. Thanks for having this be something you could write about and share with us.

That’s a picture of a happy dog. 

bye Zeke.

What a good, long life!  What a lucky, happy dog!

What rich people to have shared part of the road with him.  Thank you in turn for sharing part of that fortune with the rest of us.

Deep sympathy.

Dear Chris and Becky,

Please accept our deepest and most heartfelt condolences.  You are in our hearts this weekend.  Please, take care.  And thank you, again and again, for sharing your friendship with Zeke with us.

ps:  I love the picture.

I’ve cried about this often, and I’ll continue doing so each time I read a bit of what you’ve written or see a photo like that one.

At least he’s not suffering, Chris. All he knows now is peace.

I hope you and Becky take the time needed to weep--truly weep--and mourn your loss while not forgetting to celebrate Zeke’s life. He’d want it no other way.

Please know my heart and thoughts are with you both.

He loved and was loved. He enriched your life and you enriched his.

He was a good dog and he had a good life.

This may be cold comfort now, but it will comfort you in the years to come.

Bye Zeke. I feel like I know you.

Zeke was a lovely, loved dog. It’s been obvious he lived a good life. My condolences to both of you.

...Great heart,
great human heart, keep loving me as you lift me,
give me your tears, great loving stranger, remember
the death of dogs…
How could there be enough? I have given
my life for this, emotion has ruined me, oh lover,
I have exchanged my wildness—little tricks
with the mouth and feet, with the tail, my tongue is a parrot’s,
I am a rampant horse, I am a lion,
I wait for the cookie, I snap my teeth --
as you have taught me, oh distant and brilliant and lonely.
—Gerald Stern

I’m so sorry.

Bye Zeke.

I’m so very sorry. Thanks for sharing Zeke with us in all those posts.

Jeff and I made a donation today in Zeke’s memory at the Berkeley Humane Society in hopes of helping other dogs find as wonderful a home as Zeke did. Our pup is a shelter rescue as well and we cannot thank the shelter who took him in enough for saving his life and granting his care to us.

Happy trails, Zeke.

portrait of zeke, as a young dog. 

my dad’s voice still pops into my head sometimes.  he says, “zeke.  he was a helluva dog.  just a helluva dog.”

:(

I’m rather poor at condolences, but have mine anyway. x.x

Dear Zeke, lucky Zeke. Happy trails.

We had one short meeting, Zeke and I, and I only got to give one brief hug to his bony ribs – not on one of his better days – but I’ll still miss your beloved old Beast, whom I’ve grown to love through your words.

We all have to go through these things. But some of us have to tell the stories too, and I realized lately that ... focused as we are on finding the words and interpreting the meaning of the event, delving into the depths of it, it becomes much, much harder. I think the eventual healing, the growth and the learning that comes from it, is greater. But in the moment, it’s very hard.

Chris, the Zeke story you’ve told us over the past several years, and the beauty with which you’ve told it – well, I think there are few of us who could bear up under it.

I will always admire you for your strength, and the rare beauty of who you are. I think of the state of the world today, the way we so stupidly often make heroes of soldiers and cops, the heroes of force and violence and death, and the counterpoint of your example – a hero of tireless love and caring – is huge and poignant.

I can only wish there might be more like you in the world. Maybe ... by being you, and being here, you help make that happen.

Zeke could have no better memorial than that he caused caring to take root in the world, and flower into love.

I’m so sorry.  What a good dog, what good friends he had to care so much for and about him.  That kind of love goes on.

Much love to you and Becky--three generations of the Newman family have been following Zeke’s story. Knowing something’s going to happen doesn’t make it one bi easier when it finally does, does it?

I’m so sorry.

I’tsaio dnohe d’vha.  Rest in peace, and may those left behind be well.

You are a good dog, irrevocably.

Our sympathy and caring for you. Goodbye sweet old darling Zeke. Great photo for his last tribute.

[[hug]]