Zoe was a wonderful dog. She was always there for me. She lived her life to the fullest. Sometimes escaping from our backyard, but always enjoying the freedom. At the age of 14, Zoe had a stroke in the middle of the night. She was paralyzed. It hurt me so bad to see her standing there with a faraway look in her eyes. This wasn't my Zoe. My Zoe was clearly already gone. Zoe could hardly walk after the stroke. She couldn't eat, for half of her was paralyzed. I was in great pain to have to leave her to go to school. This couldn't be happening to Zoe. Zoe, the dog who had been in my life since the beginning. But it was true. In the end, we had to put her to sleep. I will never forget the beloved shiba inu, a wonderful companion, and a great dog-Zoe.