Zippy is a little dachshund we have had for about 17 or 18 years.  The kids
found him, or actually, a pizza delivery man got in out of the busy street
that runs in front of our house, and he gave it to my kids back in about the
fall of 1989 or there abouts.  Vets said he had to be at least one year old
at the time if not more.  Anyhow, we called him Zippy because he could zip
right away from you so fast, you couldn't catch him.  The kids went all over
the neighborhood trying to find the owner because I was positive that little
dog had a little boy some place who wanted him back.  Zippy always got
really upset when he smelled smoke.  So the fourth of July was always hard
on him.  We always wondered if there hadn't been a fire in his house and he
got away from his owner to escape the smoke or something the way he acted.
All three of my kids, and now the grandchildren, all have grown up with
Zippy.  This morning, Zippy had some kind of a heart attack, our vet
believes, and although he certainly was old, he was doing very well
physically.  We didn't want him to suffer any longer so tonight our vet
came, this is the vet Sandy answers his phone for, and agreed it was
probably time for Zippy to be put to sleep.  It is hard on everybody, in
fact, I had to leave the room, so you can see how I handle these things.  As
I sat and cried in my office, thinking about all the fun Zippy brought to
our family, I heard a voice saying, It would be worse if it were one of your
children, or grandchildren, or your wife.  I knew that was true.  Anyhow, it
is wonderful to be able to have pets the bring so much joy to a family.  Bye
Zip.  I'll miss you.

Phil.


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