My pup ELI (pronounced like Ellie, because she’s a girl dog – it’s a mix up of letters L.I.E. as she was rescued on the Long Island Expressway) died on Friday morning after being very sick. We took her to the vet and found out her kidneys were not working so hot and she had a pretty huge mass of lung cancer. Poor girl couldn’t breathe.
While it does suck, oh so much, that dog has had a pretty great life. She’s a foodie (hahahaha, I just called a dog a foodie), like me, and enjoyed an incredible amount of treats. Oh sure, it was because she managed to knock over any trash can that wasn’t 50 lbs or heavier and she grabbed food off the streets of New York no matter how disgusting, and if you ever left your lunch out on the counter she could always find a way to sneak up and get it. Then came the kids. Toddlers make excellent targets as they wobble around holding snacks, and they are no match for a sneaky cocker spaniel looking for a mini bagel. Before they even knew it, that little hand was empty and that dog was full. She was also very, very, patient.
Multiple chicken bones
And multiple chicken wing bones as well (why these are so plentiful on Brooklyn streets I’ll never know)
An entire lasagna
Two Whitman’s Samplers (one was a replacement for the first one lost to her craftiness)
Leftover breakfast foods on plates left too close to the edge of the sink
Antifreeze (that one almost DID do her in)
Too many bags of dog treats to count
Still, I did make that girl some gluten-free Texas-shaped dog treats because I loved her. Yes, it seemed like a ridiculous thing to do for a dog who has eaten so much chocolate and never had to go to the hospital (the antifreeze though, wow, was that an expensive hospital stay. Especially the second time she licked it off the Manhattan curb). This was a dog who was not picky.
I was lucky enough to have this sweet-tempered, foul-breathed, sometimes incontinent pup for over 12 years, and she was somewhere between 15 and 16 years old when she died. She lived a full, happy, bi-coastal life filled with all the joy scavenging food could bring a ravenous dog. I love you, ELI. I miss you. And I hope the streets in Dog Heaven are lined with easily toppled trash cans.