On Friday, we lost one of our sweetest family members, a gentle Great Dane who came into our lives and stole our hearts with her quirks, soulful eyes and love. She was part human, you know, and would get so frustrated that she couldn’t do things we could do, like chop tomatoes and make the bed. Ebony — who we call Ebby — was not quite 4 years old, but suffered from a degenerative disease that, in the end, made walking up the stairs or riding in the car impossible.
Here is a little bit about the dog who changed our family:
She loved nothing more than a clean and fluffy bed.
Except us. She loved us more.
But she might have loved Sara, our other dog, a little bit more.
She’s not a fan of camping in the dirt.
She always thought she was a cat.
She lived to scare the mailman with her deepest howl.
She would sit on the couch like a human.
She never liked to be alone.
She loved to slow dance with people.
She always lead because she stood taller than all of us.
My bed was her favorite spot.
She liked to spoon in bed, too.
She loved peanut butter.
The pool freaked her out.
But she loved the high she got from being in it.
Backseat trips to Trader Joe’s with the windows down made her feel cool.
She was never as mean as her bark.
She would always say (with her eyes), “If one more person calls me a horse, I’m going to ….”
She was a horrible leash walker (most of the time).
She loved to play patty-cake.
She thought visitors were coming to see her only.
Her only fear was the vacuum.
She was so perfect.
She always made you feel so loved.
Ebby, you have been one of the hardest losses we’ve experienced. We love you so much. I know you’re playing with ChaCha and BearBear and sweet Coco and Boots. I’ll see you in a heaven second, lovey. Love you always.