Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Poor Ms Ella died yesterday. I adopted her in June of 1996 at the Anti-Cruelty in Chicago, I can still picture the skinny girl hiding in the back of the cage. She was the best dog a person could want, friendly and loyal and a good sport. She will be greatly missed. Now I have to figure out how to explain this to Jacob, who used to help Ella get down the stairs in the morning by calling "ELLA ELLA ELLA ELLA" at the bottom of the stairs.