In Memory of Lady Ely

I love to watch you as you are running and jumping through the backyard as you chase Floyd. It is so funny how you throw your head up and how your body lifts off the ground when you speak. You are always sniffing the ground or the air looking for a familiar scent just like a Beagle. I laugh every time I see you running to greet me with your big, floppy ears bouncing and flapping in the wind as you run. They are so long you nearly trip over them when you running. You touch me with a softness only you have; like when you place your head against my leg or lay on my feet, when I’m at the computer. I have become familiar with the snoring sound you make when you breathe and I listen closely as you do. I watch as you collapse with exhaustion as you try to breathe. Oh! how much you love homemade Chicken and Rice. Your body is warm from the sun and I can smell the earth and dirt on you. I love to feel the soft, velvet of your ears. I see the way you look at me with those dark brown, sad looking eyes and I am grateful for the time we have had together.

Today, July 24, 2010, I go with you to a place we have often gone, but today will be the last time we will visit it together, we have come to the end of our journey, and like many others we’ll part ways. As we enter this place I see a hard table that is draped with soft towels for a resting place and I can smell the aseptic odor of alcohol and the salty taste of tears of sorrow as they run down my face. Many of your loved ones have come to gather around you and tell you they love you and say goodbye. We watch you gently fall to sleep finding peace and eternal rest. I will miss your ear piercing bay and the smile that you always had, but I will forever remember you and will love you the way you always loved us. Goodbye sweet Lady.

Carl, Michele, Kimberly, Rachele, Kristin, and Ryan
Kiona, Floyd, Mrs. Kitty, Deliah, Samson, and Mademoiselle
Pre-ceded by Brandy and Blackie

Statistics about Lady:
• a small tri-color Beagle found wondering around Jim Miller Park and came to live with us in late 1998 (she was about 2 yrs. old)
• when he brought her home, she was so scared that she did not use the bathroom for 3 days (that we saw)
• she was deaf
• she had a heart murmur
• had a bad back (probably from always sleeping on the ground instead of in her house)
• she had very long floppy ears
• a bay that would pierce your ears
• a great escape artist and had to be tethered to her house
• always, always very happy

A Soft Goodbye

Words By: D. Downes /
C. Ni Dhubhghaill /
D. Agnew &
B. McCrea
sung by Celtic Woman

Time to fly, time to touch the sky.
One voice alone-a haunting cry.
One song, one star burning bright,
Let it carry me through darkest night.

Rain comes over the grey hills
And on the air a soft goodbye
Hear the song I sing to you,
When the time has come to fly.

Then I”ll leave and take the wind,
And find the land that fate will bring.

Come By The Hills
(part of the lyrics) Sung by Celtic Thunder
arranged by Phil Coulter
author : unknown

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun;
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old, fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.