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Zach

Zach

Zach, my best ever buddy died on Aug.14.2010. I still get weepy thinking about him.
His picture is below, and here is what I wrote about him on my personal journal pages . . . .


Everyone Dies . . . . Life Moves On

Zach was my constant companion, every day, every minute, all day long. I have been at-home full time for the last 12 years; he just followed me around and sat down next to wherever I was and kept me quiet company. When you add it up, I spent more time in his company than with any person, ever, in my whole life. We had our morning ritual (he gets fed before my one-cup coffee brewer is done), our lunch time ritual (he gets a snack before I make my sandwich) and our nightime ritual (I leave the front door open after dark until he has seen enough and turns in).

He died unexpectedly of (probably) a heart attack. He was 80 human years old.

The (badly-timed) Yard Party

I never counted how many people showed up, but it looked like 50, at least 10 of whom I didn't know, or couldn't remember from before.

Having found Zach on the dining room floor that morning, I wished these people weren't there waiting to be entertained and fed, but there they were and so be it, and I was really glad when the last one left. Parties are always 2 hours too long for me, even on my best days. I just can't be witty and charming for as long as most parties last.


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Zach taught me how to be a better person, and everyone after him will benefit by that and never know it.
 
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