In Memoriam: U to Z
Vinnie
Vinnie was born in a vacant lot in Sunset Park in the wake of 9/11. He brought comfort and companionship during that difficult time. Vinnie walked in Prospect Park nearly every morning. He especially liked to walk with his doggy pack at mid day.
Best of all Vinnie enjoyed being upstate and thinking he could out run the deer and other animals that came across his vision.
In the last five months Vinnie braved a difficult medical treatment without complaints.
He will be missed by friends and family and for trying his best. His quizzical look and cocked ear forever remains in our minds.
Marlene Boccato
Wittgenstein
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die.
-- Hopi Prayer
Maureen & Charlotte
Yuffie
As calm, considerate a working dog as you'll ever find; the most gentle of her giant breed. She lost her life due to complications resulting from her struggle with osteosarcoma. Though her time was far too short, our lives were the richer for having known her.
Bob, Jane, Katie & Jenna
Zen
Scudamore Khax Quidam, CGC, TT
Can. CH Scudamore Wija Khanda (LC) X Scudamore Melody de Taj, WAC, CGC, ATT (BFL)
Owned by Kristina Johnsen
A victim of dilated cardiomyopathy, Zen died less than 20 feet from where he was born. Thanks to great vets (special thanks to Dr. Spiegel & Dr. Petrie), great drugs and lots of love, he had a great quality of life until the last few days.
Somehow Zen managed to be a punk and a sweetheart all at once, making many human friends. He is buried next to his pals Tar and Russia in New Jersey, where he loved to camp.
I miss him more than I imagined I would.
He is survived by Rue, (his sister) Kol, Fidel & Kuro.
Zuli
“Zuli, The Greatest Dane!” You may have seen Zuli strut her stuff down 7th Avenue behind the Headless Horseman in the Park Slope Halloween parade, or been one of the literally thousands who petted and admired her strength, beauty and long red-painted toenails. I have never known another being as gentle, compassionate, devoted, fun, graceful, intuitive, powerful and naturally gorgeous. I miss my best friend and protector every single day.
Judith Z. Miller