It was around the Fourth of July, 2014 that I wound up rescuing a pitbull off of the streets who didn't have a home. Zeus was the nicest, sweetest pitbull you'd ever met. He was nice to people, loved attention, loved to play, be carefree, and I based my own work and school around taking care of him. It was around January 2015 when he started getting seizures which continued sporadically throughout the next few months. We took care of him, I was essentially his guardian even though really Zeus was my father's and brother's dog. Despite medications, blood work, and other tests, we could never find out just why he got seizures when he was such a young dog at only 2 years old.
He seemed to be doing much better recently. His tests were great, I even had played with him yesterday and gave him lots of hugs. But at night Zeus had over 18 seizures leading my father and brother to take him to the emergency hospital. I could only help when I'd woken and watched him with my dad in the early morning hours. But he couldn't walk, his body was much more ravaged, yet his desire to be around us was there and I did my damnest not to leave his side.
I mentioned it before but Zeus really essentially got me out of depression. It's happened to me. I was really depressed in high school early on, and as years of college have gone by it's come and gone. But truly mid 2014 I was once again in a particularly dark place. Then it seemed like God brought Zeus into my life to take care of, to give a home, to raise him and befriend him as much as possible.
I miss him. He was my friend, my family. I love Zeus. I'll never forget rushing home from college just to make sure he was okay, letting him run out when my parents got back from work, his happy face whenever he got to play and run and go for a walk or go for a car ride. Damn it was just the other day my mother took Zeus to come pick me up at college. Lately I'd been stressed and very tired but seeing Zeus' awkward head as he loved to watch everyone and everything as they drove up to my building just warmed my heart.
Like with my grandmother's passing though it still doesn't feel like he's gone. I don't know what any of you who follow me believe. I know the trend is not having any kind of belief or any faith. I get it that's you. But me, I believe in God. I believe in a heaven. And I just know Zeus is there, a much better place than this world, this imperfect place with prejudice and evil people, and horrible diseases. He's not in pain. He's walking. He's not alone. It's reinforced when I recall the seemingly out of the blue day when I went to go meet Zeus and the homeless man who was protecting him. Aside from asking us to protect him and to never make him fight he was able to quote the Bible as elloquently as any preacher or pastor. God meant for me to take in Zeus, why I'm not sure, but I'll never regret going along with my brother and taking in the best pitbull in the world.