It has been a month since I said goodbye to my sweet Ella. I can finally write about it, I think, without falling apart. I’m just gonna write this and get it over with.
About a week into February, she was diagnosed with metastasizing likely pancreatic cancer, based on an ultrasound done to figure out why her abdomen had been swelling up with fluid. Nodes all throughout her abdomen. Her vet withdrew 300-350 ml of fluid from her tiny body (6 lbs back when Ella was healthy), on two occasions about a week apart, to help relieve the swelling. After a week of steroids and pain medications, she seemed unable to get comfortable when not completely stoned, and then had a night of vomiting followed by not wanting to eat or leave the water bowl. I didn’t want her to suffer further. With the kind assistance of a hospice veterinarian, Ella passed at home on her favorite sleeping spot, a fluffy towel folded over a heating pad.
Ella had turned 16 in the fall, and I was lucky enough to have been her food lady for the last 10.5 of her years. My heart and arms still ache for her. During the previous 10 months or so, working at home included an afternoon ritual wherein Ella presented herself on my desk at around 3 p.m., ready to be picked up and cuddled. The above photo was taken at such a time.
This evening when I again remembered she was never again going to be ready for her pre-dinner treats I broke down again.
Lucy, who was usually jealous of Ella (even more so when I started spending nights on the living room floor with Ella knowing there wouldn’t be many more to spend with her, instead of in bed with Lucy), seemed to be looking for her for the first couple of days, then waiting for her for several more. Now she seems to enjoy not having to share the attention and the litter box. Still, when I rearranged furniture over the weekend and doubtless stirred up faded Ella-scent, Lucy spent some more time sitting and looking, as if waiting.
I moved Ella’s last towel, but can’t yet bring myself to wash it and put it away. Each time I’ve tried, I ended up hugging it and crying. For now it is in a corner where Ella didn’t spend much time, but I can still imagine it is waiting for her, just a little longer.