11/26/2025
Today is hitting my heart a little harder than most.
My Saint Bernard, Elsa, would have turned 11 today.
I lost her on September 12th to bone cancer, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel the empty space she left behind. She was my soul dog. My protector. The one who looked at me with those big brown eyes and somehow always knew exactly what I needed. She waited for me at the door every single day. She slept by my bed every single night. I told her “Goodnight, I love you” every evening without fail.
I still catch myself looking for her — her spot by my bed, the sound of her walking through the house, even the hair that used to float everywhere… now gone, and I miss it. I used to bury my face in her thick coat and just breathe her in. When she went to heaven, I held her, bathed her, brushed her, and pressed my face into her while I felt her last breaths and her heart beat for the very last time. My best friend and I carried her outside together, and part of my heart went with her.
Elsa wasn’t a poodle, but she was mine — my best friend — and our bond was something I can’t fully explain. You have to experience a soul dog to understand. Even now, her memory shows up in little moments… a song, a farm chore, a quiet part of the day where I know she would have been right beside me.
My girls named her Elsa back when Frozen was all the rage, and she even had an “L” on her back. I picked her sight unseen because I knew she was the one meant for me.
I am so blessed today to be surrounded by my four poodles, whom I adore. But some dogs leave a mark that time can’t touch — and Elsa was that dog for me.
So I guess my message today is this:
Hold your fur babies a little tighter. Give them the extra love. Be grateful for them, because their lives are so short, but so worth every moment.
We all know the day will come when we have to say goodbye — but today, right now, they are here. Love them. Spoil them. Cherish them.
Happy heavenly birthday, Elsa. ❤️🐾
You will always be my girl.