Saturday, June 29, 2013

Zora's Story, A Runaway Rests In Peace



Zora was a runaway. A rescue dog from Hurricane Katrina who, during the storm got run over by a truck. Hip-shattered and in the road, she was picked up by a vet, operated on, healed and put up for adoption. Some nice folks from Pine Island, Florida adopted her. But Zora had a habit of running away. She ran this way and that, got lost in the mangroves, ran down the road that links St James City to the south with Bokeelia to the north. Lots of people knew Zora -- a dog as big as a small horse trotting to who-knows-where isn't invisible.

I met her at the Pineland Post Office, which I believe is the second smallest PO in Florida. There she sprawled, all seven feet of her, head to tail. And when someone new walked in, her head popped up, she looked, and lay down. It was as if she were searching for someone. We adopted her from the people who had adopted her who got her from the vet who saved her from being run over more than once.

One of our first days with Zora she slipped through the front gate and ran down the white shell road, turned right and headed for the old runway for small planes. I jogged along after her for about two miles or so. She's not going into Matlacha Pass, is she? Yes, she was. And did. I swam after her. The water deepened as I got hold of her collar and turned her about and sort of hauled in to shore. We were both out of breath. She looked me in the eye. "Is this the way it's going to be?" I asked. She looked up at the sky seeking a rift in the clouds. She studied the solid wall of mangroves seeking a break in the leaves.

That was nine years ago. Zora did settle down, mostly on my lap as you see in the photograph. That was her favorite place to be when it stormed, and it storms a lot in the summer on Pine Island. Sometimes when the thunder was thunderin' and you happened to be sitting on the toilet, she bumped open the bathroom door with her nose, came in and sat down on your knees.

When Zora wasn't running away or sitting on you, she was stepping on you. How I miss, now that she's gone, that reminder of how heavy a big Great Dane is. She weighed anywhere from 150-160. And when her full weight was on your bare toes, you really felt the presence of that dog. Another thing -- her head was always at perfect level with your dinner plate. Once she sunk her teeth into a block of Spanish smoked cheese from BJs. She liked the block so much she didn't eat it, just carried it proudly around the kitchen. That enabled us to disengage it and shave it where she'd slobbered, but her tooth marks were always there.

Now all these things weigh heavy as I type. Her teeth went deep into that cheese, but her love went much deeper into my heart. I wish she'd come and stand on my foot. I wish I could run down the landing field to find her swimming to Cuba: I wish she'd come sit on my knees. A wish is a wish. But a dog is a dog.

3 comments:

  1. Rescued pets have always found their way into my life. It's hard to resist those soulful eyes. My husband recently told me that the reason he gets so upset when a new rescue is adopted into our home is that he knows how empty life will be when it passes on eventually. My thoughts on this is to enjoy the unconditional love and humor they provide us with each day, appreciate their unique ( sometimes quirky ) personality, and be the best pet owner you can be. Enjoy your time together, and they will live forever in your heart. ((((Hugs)))))

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  2. GERALD, I'M ASSUMING YOU NAMED ZORA AFTER ZORA NEALE HURSTON, THE FAMOUS AFRICAN AMERICAN WRITER? THIS IS A WONDERFUL STORY ABOUT ZORA. DECADES AGO I WAS FRIENDS WITH TWO BLACK AND WHITE GREAT DANES WHEN I LIVED AND TAUGHT IN GERMANY. THAT IS ALSO A WONDERFUL COMMENT ROZ WROTE ABOUT RESCUE DOGS. I'VE HAD SEVERAL. MY POODLE IS APPROXIMATELY ONE HUNDRED AND TEN YEARS OLD IN DOG YEARS. I ALMOST LOST HER A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO, BUT MY FANTASTICO CUBANO MOBILE PET VET, DR. ALBERTO LOPEZ, KNEW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO, AND IT ONLY COST THIRTY DOLLARS AND THREE DAYS UNTIL SHE WAS BACK TO NORMAL.

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  3. Gerald,
    So very sorry to hear about Zora. She had the good fortune to be loved silly by a couple of devoted bipeds. Life doesn't get any better than that. Lucky Zora.

    Judith

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