Zoe Lang, 2000–2013
A little over a week ago we had to say so long to our little lady.
We discovered two months ago that Zoe had a large tumor growing on her heart which was more than likely cancerous. It was an extremely fast growing tumor so chemotherapy was an option but would not have made much of a difference - we chose to not go that route and give her the best quality of life during her last hurrah.
She was in her usual Zoe spirit, proud and sassy until the last little bit.
Zoe was never just a dog to us, she was always just the third member of our little gang. Every decision we made, we made with her interest in mind as much as our own. She was there when Elsa and I first met in college, when we decided to leave the sunny beaches of Florida and move it up to Brooklyn, and when we went all-in and drove west to start our own thing in Portland. She was always up for an adventure, her longdog spirit was always something we would rally behind when the goals seemed too lofty.
We miss her so, so much. It’s hasn’t been easy, these are the exact situations we’d look toward her to channel our inner weenie and fight through.
Give your animals a hug for us, they make our lives so much more wonderful by being in them. We learned so much from her and are so thankful we got to spend 13 years with the best there will ever be.
A BRIEF HISTORY OF OUR ZOE:
A Florida firecracker was born, we don’t know exactly when but she wasn’t more than a year old when Elsa’s mom rescued her and gifted Elsa with the task of giving her a better life.
College babes, how could a bro say no?
The perfect accessory to any weird themed art school party.
After college it was time to get serious, but not too serious.
TPA > JFK!
After 3 years in lovely Brooklyn we decided to take a gamble and move west. Smell ya’ later NY.
WESTWARD! This feels right.
Between moving from FL > NY > OR and yearly trips to Florida visiting family, she had become a sophisticated, worldly weenie.
Always attempting to stow away on new adventures…
…more beaches …
…being absolutely smothered by her parents…
…and perfecting that patented chicken-leg tail-curl.
Most importantly, she was always there to listen…
…and kept us both on our toes.
Long live the longdog and their golden spirit!
/Elsa + Tyler