My baby is gone to be with my dad. Zoey was an awesome dog. I got her for the kids when my husband was deployed to Afghanistan. We continued to travel quite often, so I let my dad keep her on his large open land. She loved jumping in the pond and splashing all the stinky water on people and she hated blue mailboxes. Last night she died and I think it was because she missed daddy so much. After dad died she grieved really hard. She didn't want to leave the area so she would camp out by his truck. Maybe the two of them are walking around together looking at the leaves and talking about hunting in heaven.