Scatter my ashes here...

Scatter my ashes here...
scatter my ashes in the desert...

Friday, December 18, 2015

Obituary: Isabelle Leck

The Buffaloes have reunited.

Isabelle Leck was born July 5, 2001 in Mesa, Arizona. She came to live with her parents and sister Iris in Fountain Hills, Arizona on September 6, 2001. Isabelle was bred to be a show dog, but she was destined for a much better life.

Isabelle was the shy, quiet one of the two girls, but she was full of surprises. She could be sneaky, and her vicious bark belied her lifelong sweet puppy face. From the first day we met her, her favorite activity was lying down. She loved the cool feel of the tile on her soft pink belly.

Iris was her big sister, trainer, disciplinarian, and groomer. The girls started out as the Buffaloes, stampeding around the tiny house in Fountain Hills and exploring the desert. When the girls were five years old, they moved with their parents to Fort Collins, Colorado. Mom and dad promised them a house with a big yard, grass, trees, and squirrels, and they delivered.

Isabelle loved to fence fight with the neighbor dogs, leaping over anything in her path to be the first one snarling at the fence. She was an ace mouse chaser and bird catcher. At the same time, Isabelle was afraid of many things, particularly insects. Moths and flies were her nemesis, they were terrifying. She relied on her sister to catch them.

She also hated sprinklers, but her sister would protect her, biting the sprinklers to keep them away. She did not like four letter words. We had to watch our language carefully so we did not offend the Flying Nun.

Isabelle had many nicknames. She was the Hedgehog, Mouse, Flying Nun, Sister Bella, but most of the time, she was The Bella. "Don't scare The Bella" was our household mantra.

Isabelle loved to sing and dance, swim in the pool, and cool her belly on whatever surface was available. She loved blizzards, and would stay outside until the snow buried her, with only the tips of her black ears visible above the snow until she shook it off.

She loved to play in the mountains, visiting the shed and the cabin, chasing her sister through the tall grass, sniffing for doggie M & Ms that the deer and elk would leave behind, camping out under the trees and going for long trail runs.

Isabelle had a devious streak. When her sister wasn't looking, Isabelle would finish her own food, then nonchalantly move over and start working on her sister's bowl. She would let her sister do all the work of begging, but Isabelle was always rewarded. Food was Isabelle's comfort and raison d'etre, all the way to the end.

When her arthritis got so bad that she couldn't walk very far, dad would take her for a ride in the Rocket, a special cart her dad built, to get Starbucks pup cups, or for drives on summer evenings to Dairy Queen for cones filled with whipped cream. Isabelle thought Dad was the greatest creature on earth.
She is survived by her Mom Alene and Dad Dennis, grandparents, and many aunts, uncles, and cousins.

There are no words to capture the pure joy these two beautiful girls added to our lives. The Buffalo generation will be missed and remembered with many tears, smiles, and laughs for as long as we live. And the next generation, whenever we bring them into our lives, will surely hear endless stories of their predecessors' antics and legacy.

Now Isabelle joins her sister again on the other side, free to chase squirrels and run, or just lie down, whenever she wants to. The Buffaloes always belonged together, and they always will be.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

My heart hurts for you. You were good parents. And they were blessed and a blessing.

Ann Soutter said...

So sorry Alene......your house must feel so empty. They take a part of our hearts with them.....but I am sure they are happy to be together, running and getting into trouble, but always watching out for each other.

Anonymous said...

so sorry, but what a long, wonderful life they had with you!

Sue said...

I'm so very sorry Alene to hear of Isabelle's passing. You can take comfort knowing the girls are together once again. I'll so miss reading about all of their adventures. Sending you a big Hug.

Lisa B said...

Your tribute is beautiful. I'm very sorry for your loss, your double loss now. The buffaloes are together and now you have two angels watching over you. I know the feeling, I've been there and am still there today. Our furry kids never really leave us. They have changed us and stay with us forever. I believe that. Love and hugs to you during this difficult time.

Alene Gone Bad said...

Thanks to all who have commented here. We are slowly getting accustomed to the quiet around the house, missing their habits, finding that we have made so many changes in our own habits for them. The hardest part is coming home, expecting a greeting...

The other day we saw two squirrels on a cold, sunny afternoon, happily squealing as they chased each other around the trunk of a tree across the street. I think they've found each other again...