A Never-ending Float Boat Ride at the Lake…Your Favorite Place Here on Earth.
I’ve only done one thing harder in my life. It was a goodbye, of course, while holding the hand of my Mother-in-law in her final moment. This girl, who we call the “Big Brown Nurse”, was at Hospice, too, licking that same hand.
Today was the second such painful goodbye. I can hardly think of her, let alone speak her name but I can still smell her on my hands from the last time I stroked her soft ears and held her in the last moments. Looking down, I can see a streak of slobber on the thigh of my jeans and brown hair completely covering my white tee shirt. I don’t want to wash my hands or my clothes then Eleanor (“Ellie”) will really be gone for good.
Her last boat ride.
A few years ago on “her” boat.
Oh My Goodness, the kids are young (13 & 16 maybe)
Ellie thinking "When's she going back?"
Snuggle Time on a Winter Lake Weekend!
The one who doesn't know a minute without her.
This morning during her last “good” moment.
She was pretty “hot” back in the day.
Birdie, her best friend who was waiting at the gate for her today.
There won't be a day that goes by where we won't remember you...the sweetest dog that ever lived. We know you are resting in peace, finally!