Mom called Thursday night with the news. Zach passed away in his sleep early Wednesday morning.

Mom adopted the toy poodle many years ago from one of dad’s patients. I believe I was in high school, senior maybe, when we got him. That would make him at least 18 years old when he passed. What a life!

Under that tough exterior was a sweet, lovable pooch many of us grew to love. We’ll miss you Zachy!