It’s a little strange (but only a little) to find myself weeping for a dog I never met, but having just learned about the passing of Zeke, I can’t help mourning. Undoubtedly, a lot of that is because Chris Clarke has written about him so beautifully, but I also know, despite the lack of empirical evidence, that Zeke was a truly good dog. Read all about him—and there’s a lot to read—here. Warning: have some tissues on hand.
(It seems like nowadays I’m only blogging to note the passing of important creatures, which really isn’t my intention for this blog. I’ll have to do something about that.)