A True Lady

Once upon a time there was a dog and her name was Ellie.  Ellie and I had one big thing in common – we were both adopted by the mom’s because they knew we were the right fit for their family.   Ellie came to live with the mom’s on the very same day that they moved into our home.  They didn’t really plan on getting her, but as the story goes they saw a picture of her and fell in love – kinda like what happened with me.  So they drove to a far away place called Port Hope and met Ellie in person.  They knew that she was going to come home with them when she followed them all around even though they didn’t have any treats.  And when she got home she fit right in like she had always been there.  She staked out a spot under the tree by the front steps to sleep in the shade, she learned that the mom’s loved her best when she would nuzzle in (they called them her hugs) and most of all, she figured out that if you were sitting on her couch and she looked at you in just the right way, she could get anyone to move and let her get up instead.

But tonight, Ellie is gone.  The mom’s explained that over the summer Ellie hurt her leg and even though they tried to make it better and then give her lots of medicine to stop it from hurting, it was just hurting her too much.  She was having a lot of trouble with the stairs (she fell a few times), when she wanted to get up on her couch she couldn’t because it hurt too much to put weight on her leg, and her shoulder was just so big and swollen that they were just being selfish keeping her with us.  So, tonight I stayed with MeMa and the cat, and the mom’s took Ellie to the vet to say goodbye to her.  They’re both very sad, but Mama C is really really sad – she says that Ellie made her and Mommy a family.  I tried to help by smiling lots and lots today, and I even threw in an extra surprise and really giggled for the first time just so that they knew I loved them and that I’m going to miss my dog Ellie too – she was really good at cleaning my face.

Introducing….

Today the mom’s decided that there had been enough being not so happy about all this seizure stuff going on.  I have to admit that it wasn’t a great weekend.  The medication has been making me very tired (which the mom’s don’t seem to mind sooo much because apparently I’m into a good “routine”).  But I’ve stopped smiling at them and sometimes get a little lost in my own thoughts and I forget to look up at them.  But, they have noticed that I’ve been looking at lots of bright and shiny things, so they decided to help me in their own unique way…

They bought me a fish!! He’s very pretty and bright blue and just swims around making bubbles and splashing the water like I do in the bath (but I don’t hear the mom’s telling HIM that he has to splash with both arms, uh, fins).  We actually went to the pet store yesterday to get him, but apparently all the fish at that store had died because they were displayed too close to the front door and they got too cold (they should have talked to me, I could have told them how to make a come back).  So, while we got the stuff to make his house all nice yesterday, we finally went and picked him up from a different store today.

He’s very pretty, but if I’m being perfectly honest, I would have preferred a guinea pig.  While we were at the pet store today I was a little whiny so Mama C took me over to look at the birds and the reptiles and the hamsters, but as soon and she kneeled down so that I could look at the guinea pigs, I just stopped whining and sat watching them.  They are almost as cute as I am.  Someone walking by warned Mama C that they make a lot of noise, but she just laughed and said that they would just fit right in.  I think I heard her trying to convince Mommy that I should have one of those too, but I’m not sure who won that battle because I fell asleep.

So, now the fishy is at home in his new house, which we made all pretty with some rocks and a plant, but the very best part is that the mom’s let me name him all by myself!  This is what I picked….

 

The mom’s say that we will have to  spell it phonetically (whatever that means), so I hope you’ll all be as nice to Aaahrah as you are to me!