Ellie White

They say that we are all sent here on a mission.  Ellie was a few months shy of being 3 years old.  She came from a puppy mill at 5 weeks of age.  I nursed Ellie back to health, and she became my shadow.  Everyone knew her at Starbucks.  She would even bark at the loud speaker for her "puppuccino."   Even though her life was short lived, she had been my saving grace during a domestic violence relationship.  Ellie was truly a therapy dog, that was her mission.  She helped me find myself, and could make anyone’s day brighter.  When she abruptly became ill, I cried to her and God.  I begged her to fight, and she fought an immense battle with an autoimmune disorder.  I knew exactly what was happening to Ellie, as I struggle with Crohn’s disease.  My prayers were answered, and she fought hard for 2 weeks.  The day that she passed, Ellie crawled to my feet.  I just knew it was her last moment, and that Ellie was telling me “bye.”  I held her and told her that it was ok, that I loved her so much, and that she had fought so hard.  She took her final breaths in my arms.  Even though I was devastated, I also felt a sense of serenity.  It was a feeling that I’ve never experienced before.  Ellie was finally free from all of the suffering she endured.  I want to thank Peebles for taking the BEST care of my sweet baby pug.  It was an exceptional experience despite the circumstances.

Ellie, momma misses you and loves you so much, but I know that I will see you again.  RIP, my sweet baby pug.

Kim White