Thank you for the Love.

I'm so happy to see you!
I’m so happy, happy, happy to see you!

I want to write of all the amazing, wonderful things Ellie has done, but I can’t.

I want to tell you all about her funny, silly antics.

And all I can think of is how I am here today because Ellie saved my life during those long final months of that relationship from hell. It was because of Ellie that I couldn’t let go. I was so scared what he would do to her I simply could not take my own life without knowing that hers would be saved. And I couldn’t figure it out. So we would walk for hours, just Ellie and me, and I would sit on the riverbank and cry and she would sit beside me and lean into me and put her head in my lap and listen to my pain and never once stop loving me and holding me present.

And now, she’s done it again because I couldn’t make the decision of what to do when she had seizures on Monday. She’d had two by the time I got home from the office. C.C. was feeling helpless and then, she had a third one, so we took her into the emergency clinic.

After they’d examined her and told us there wasn’t much they could do,   “It’s most likely a brain tumor,” the vet said. I knew we couldn’t subject her to tests and surgery and treatment. She was scared, absolutely terrified, of vet offices, which was why I’d started using Vets to Go. They came to the house and that allowed Ellie to do her usual, “OMG! I’m so happy happy happy to see you greeting” without fearing the unknown, smelly, strange weirdness of a vet’s office. On Monday night, we were going to bring her home after her exam. I already had Vets to Go scheduled for Thursday and  were just waiting for the doctor to come back with some medication should she have another seizure.

And then, just before we were leaving, she had a fourth seizure.

My youngest daughter was there. C.C., ne and one of my daughters’ friends who had come with us on the day we had picked up Ellie from the ranch south of the City where she was born and we knew we had to let her go. The seizures were so violent and she was in distress.

Her real name was Ella Fitzgerald, named after the jazz singer who inspired so much of my daughter Alexis’ singing. We called her Ellie for short, Buddha Bellie as a pup. She was so round and squiggly and loving and cuddly.

She was also a scaredy cat.

She didn’t like thunderstorms, loud noises, postmen or any man in a uniform for that matter. She never ever pushed a door open, that would be too scary, even if there was food on the other side of the door, she just couldn’t do it. Instead, she would stand on the other side and whine, her snout just peeking through the crack in the door, waiting for someone to take mercy on her plight and let her in. And the dreaded monster, Dr. Va-coooom. Oh no! When he was trolling the house Ellie was nowhere to be found. Under beds. In closets. Out the door. Anywhere that Dr. Va-cooom couldn’t attack her and chew her up.

She had a penchant for chasing squirrels and would patrol the backyard for hours keeping it free from those pesky marauders who simply would not stop chattering at her, giving her a piece of their mind. In her later years she did less patrolling and more one-eyed, lying on the deck watching them scoot back and forth observing. It was only when they came down from the tree and tiptoed across the yard towards her, cheekily nattering about the nuts they’d found or where they were going to hide them in the garden that Ellie would leap up, as fast as her arthritic bones would let her, and chase them away. And then, she’d do a saunter around the yard, checking out the corners before returning to the deck to lie in the sun again.

But mostly, she was just a big, loveable, friendly, “OMG! I’m so happy, happy, happy! to see” you kind of dog. She greeted everyone as if they were her long lost friend she hadn’t seen for years and years and here they were at her front door, just to say hello. At the park, all it took for one of Ellie’s wiggly, squiggly, OMG! I’m so happy, happy, happy, to see you greetings was for a passerby to simply smile and Ellie would be across the path, squirming and groaning as if they were the only reason she was there. Actually, she mostly thought the only reason they were there was to see her.

And don’t get her near water. Of any kind. Lakes, ponds, raging rivers or even just a mud puddle. They were fair game for Ellie. One whiff of a body of moisture and suddenly, she was deaf, defiant and determined to test the waters. Her favourite was to bury herself in a mud puddle with just her head sticking out. She would smile and wriggle her body and stretch her paws out and sigh. Ahhh, Bliss. She didn’t care about the mud and dirt. She didn’t care if she shook it off and it flew everywhere when she got out. Who wouldn’t love a mud covered, dripping wet wonder pooch whose face wrinkled up in smiles and simply had to rub herself soaking body against you just so you knew how grateful she was for being alive?

It was Ellie’s greatest gift. To let you know how grateful she was for being alive and to remind you that life is precious. Be grateful. Be thankful and, if you happen to see a mud puddle there’s only one thing to do, get in and roll and get dirty. That’s life and isn’t it amazing?

Thank you Ellie for the years of joy, laughter, runs in the park, sojourns by the river and always your unconditional love. And thank you for saving my life.  You are my angel.

And thank you everyone for your beautiful, loving words and thoughts and energy and kindnesses.



17 thoughts on “Thank you for the Love.”

  1. Ahh Louise, You touched my heart and brought tears. How poignant and loving.
    It brought my special dog Harry to mind. He was my soul mate and constant companion.
    Its the unconditional love and giving that fills me with wonder and admiration.
    They are so special.
    And yes – we definitely wouldn’t be who we are today without them.
    Thank you for such a wonderful tribute … and bringing fond memories back for me.
    Harry and Ella would make a lovely couple 😉
    Val x


  2. LG

    From me to you, from retriever owner to retreiver owner – you’ve described the ‘golden’ moments and behaviour so well. Gusta may not remember meeting Ellie and you on our Saturday morning at the off-leash park … but I won’t forget. And, so many times, you’ve told so many stories of Ellie – just as you’ve told so many through her.

    As I look down at the ball of fur at my feet (Gusta is 9) I can’t imagine live without that dander, without the hair, with the behaviour … so I can only imagine how much you miss her.

    … an incredible eulogy.



  3. Ellie has a place in many people’s hearts. She will never be forgotten as your constant and trustworthy companion. I’m so sorry she has passed…Much love, CZ


  4. I’m so sorry to hear about your beloved Ella. She was truly a loving and beloved lifetime friend, who made your world a better place. Rejoice and celebrate her life! She was very blessed to have you, Louise. ♥


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