In Loving Memory of Zorro I like to imagine you frolicking in the clouds, eating treats. No longer struggling, just free. To others who didn’t know you, you were “just a dog”. But to us, you were family — one of the smallest babies of our home and the bravest member of our hospital’s vigilance and security team. You were Zorro, one of a kind in this world. How lucky we were to have you. I still see you everywhere — in the kitchen accompanying whoever was cooking food, in the garden snacking on peas,…