RIP: Our Beloved German Shepherd Zynfyndel, She Loved the Cold
by Margaret Berardinelli
(Newport Beach, CA, USA)
Zynfyndel: Road Trip February 2009
She was born January 27, 1997, on a cold Winter's day... She always did love the cold.
After my divorce in 1995, I lost my two beloved German Shepherds Rynkon & Britta
to my ex-husband because I couldn't care for them properly. If they would have had a puppy girl, she would have looked just like my beautiful Zynfyndel
, and thus began our special bond and journey that would last just over a dozen years?
She was a quite a traveler, she loved road trips and just hanging out in the Mini Van, even when it was just parked on the driveway.
She moved with us many many times in her short life? From Sonoma, CA to Dana Point, CA to Orange, CA to Greentown, PA to Creston, CA to Newport Beach, CA to Fallbrook, CA with occasional trips to Las Vegas, NV to Post Falls, ID where her journey in this world would end on the last, sunny, but cold, Winter's day in 2009, on March 19th at 3:35 PM.
She was my little girl, my baby girl, my Mama's girl, and I loved her like no other German Shepherd I've ever loved, because of who she
was: Kind, Strong, Sweet, Brave, Protective, Loving, Playful, and Fiercely Loyal.
She looked fierce, too. But she wasn't. She loved kids. Couldn't stop that big tail from wagging like crazy if kids were around, even if they were ignoring her.
One of her favorite games as a puppy with her Dad was to do the ?Tooth Dance.? She always had great big K-9 incisors - nearly every vet she ever saw commented on how long those big teeth were that grew past her bottom gums - her Dad would grab them sing to her and open her mouth to get her ready for me to do her regular teeth brushing.
And our Zyn
she had her stubborn streak to be sure; Zynnie
preferred her Daddy to me and my overbearing hugs around her furry neck... She'd give him that ?help me? look over my shoulder whenever I went in for a big bear hug with her!
And I had to pay for her reluctant kisses :) too? usually by distracting her with treats? But my sister only had to show up and Zynnie
, just lit up with puppy-like energy each and every time she saw her, and Zyn
wouldn't stop kissing her or wanting to jump on her well into her senior years, many years AFTER she stopped jumping on anyone or anything else. I would joke with my baby-girl and say she didn't REALLY love me, but I always
knew she did.
She had her own cat, Chester
, from when she was five months old. Chester
loved her dearly and spent lots of time star-fishing or kneading her soft belly and sleeping with her curled up by her tummy and her front armpit; and when he was a baby, she would carry him around in her mouth like her pup.
After her death, Chester took on some of her beloved personality traits like begging for food when we eat for one. Never did it before and I've never known a cat that did (and I've had over 25 cats!!!).
When I had to go to work when she was 11 months old we adopted Kenwood
, our Woofie
, so she would have a big brother, he was about five months older and an escape artist who would and could eat anything? Our Houdini-Goat Dog!! And they almost caught a skunk together one December night in 1998 playing in the yard after dark. They were inseparable and best buds, together to the very last moments of Zyn?s
Although we rescued two other dogs one, a young GSD puppy Kenya
, when Zyn
was just 14 months old, she never took to females and when Kenya or YaYa
as we called her, got to be around five years old, and bigger than Zyn
she tried to kill our Zyn
by thrashing her by the neck on the driveway pavement.
By divine intervention, Zyn
stayed absolutely calm and didn't react or get more than a few scrapes on her nose. But poor Kenya
had to be given to the shelter along with our other female Scrappy
who also tried to attack Zyn
as she got older.
When she was young and we lived in one home with 17 fruit-bearing, 50-year-old avocado trees (where the branches hung low and heavy with avocados each year), she would "hup" for the avocados to help us pick them and every now and then snack on one herself.
She loved all animals, but especially bunnies, and was the best Momma-Dog ever when our bunny had babies but abandoned them. We tried to save them by hand-feeding them. Zyn
would nuzzle and lick each of them a little bit after I fed them as their fur grew in, she was so gentle and caring as if she truly was their mom.
When our Zynnie
was three years old we got a Cherry-Headed Conure that she just loved Razzleberry
. When he was young, she loved to kiss the top of his head, and I would say ?Kiss the Baby, Zyn?
and she would! After a few months of this, Raz
started saying it himself? ?Kiss the Baby? over and over again, and if she didn't listen to him he would call out (and still does to this day, every day) ?Zynfyndel!?
She had to learn to swim when she was nearly twelve years old because she needed to learn to walk again after spinal surgery, and even though it made her shake and tremble with fear, she obeyed and got into the pool for her swim therapy several times a week. She was such a good girl.
Near the end, when she got sicker and sicker and she was so tired of taking all kinds of meds, and must have been in so much pain, she never ever let us know, which made the end such a sad surprise to us that day in Spokane, WA...
And although it has been over a year, I am still raw inside and I miss her every day. My tears of sadness continue to fall when I think of her sweet face; soft and silky, long fur; and lovely personality.
But I know she's waiting in Heaven for us, playing with those baby bunnies and all who've gone before... Hupping for avocados, giving kisses to angels, and waiting for her Woofie
, her big brother who took her death so very hard and gets closer to Heaven himself each day...
And when we are finally together again, I can bestow on her my overbearing hugs once more, but this time she can't ever escape me again :)
I love you my Sweet Baby Girl Zyn
, I hope it's cold in Heaven for you, honey, you always did love the cold.