Elliott came into my life as a surprise via a beau who was moving away and didn’t want me to be alone. The only male (and the runt) of his litter, the breeder didn’t know if he would make it…but fortunately for me, he did. Born on my birthday (how many people can say that?), he spent all but the first two months of his life with me. A very intelligent boy, Elliott knew all of his toys by name; so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that he chose his own name. As my roommate, my beau and I sat across the room from him, we hollered random names his way for an hour. Then calmly I said “Elliott”… he stood up as if he had been waiting for me to say it and then walked over to me.
For nearly 15 years Elliott was with me through five moves, numerous travel adventures (he was a well-seasoned frequent flyer), and a plethora of dates and beaus. He was beside me for some of my happiest moments and remained next to me throughout some of my worst. He was my constant, faithful companion – even when I did not give him the attention he deserved as I was growing my career and finding myself. Sweet, sensitive and smart Elliott was not a fan of other dogs, but liked most humans (he thought he was one). However, if he didn’t like someone, there was a reason for it; he was a good judge of character. One Thursday in January 2010, Elliott simply stopped eating, drinking and relieving himself. By Sunday, after numerous tests, and a stay at a doggie ICU with specialists, I had to say good-bye to my longtime friend, my little love. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do and I felt like part of me died that day. Over time, I came to realize that he is always with me, as a part of me - in my heart and in my mind. I’m sure that he has set up a little Rainbow Bridge satellite office for our company, and is managing things from a different point of view.