Isabelle Marie

Isabelle came into our lives in 2003. We were living in New York, and I was having serious trouble coping with 9/11. I was on the verge of becoming agoraphobic. My mother thought that taking care of someone else would redirect my energy from depression to gratitude. She was right. For some reason, I had always wanted a black Pomeranianw. My mom searched for one and, unbeknownst to me, had found one not too far away. When we got there, they brought over a beautiful black Pomeranian. I barely pet it once before I said, “Nope.” The Pom agreed. Our respective energies were not compatible, and everyone felt it. I was disappointed, but on the way out, something miraculous happened. Amongst all those dogs, Isabelle found me. In an instant, she took up residence in my heart and soul. I’m so grateful that the black Pomeranian and I didn’t click. We were not meant to be, but Isabelle and I were.
She went everywhere with me. She travelled to more countries than a lot of the humans I know. She was spoiled, and proud of it. I take full responsibilty for that fact, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Never one to be upstaged (by anything as trivial as an eclipse…lol), our beloved Isabelle Marie passed on August 21, 2017. She was at home, on the couch, with me and my mom. She defied the doctors and the odds by giving us 2 whole weeks more to enjoy sunny afternoons together in the backyard. Thank you to my mom for tracking down the Pom. Thank you to the Pom for not liking me. Most importantly: Thank you, Isabelle, for, saving my life (literally and figuratively). It was an honor that you chose me to spend this life with. It was an even bigger honor to have been looking in your eyes as you took your last breath. Thank you. I love you, Bubbs!