Ola, the Wonder Dog, left us this week. She hadn’t been herself , activity-wise for a while, but her essence never changed.
“Ola” (the African definition, not “hello” in Spanish), was rescued as a precious puppy, by my sister and her husband more than 10 years ago. Soon after they brought her home, they left on an amazing trip abroad for several weeks. So James and I got to be Ola’s Foster Parents while they were gone.
We seriously bonded with her during that time. I mean, look at this face! Who wouldn’t??

John and Lenore had wanted a young dog while their elderly one, Lily, the Three Legged Miracle, was still able to teach a new dog the lay of the land.

Lily
This family lives on a glorious piece of land on San Juan Island. The property includes lots of acreage, a large pond with a variety of water fowl, a Bamboo Farm, and arguably some of the most beautiful and prolific vegetable and flower gardens in the Northwest.
And they live in what James and IΒ lovingly call the Hobbit House. Built by John, using lots of found and custom designed materials, it is so fairy tale-like, you are transported to another world.

I write about this place, our second home, often. Here’s one example:
https://chosenperspectives.com/2017/03/28/it-is-easy-being-green-32817/
When they chose Ola as a puppy, they wanted another smallish dog that would not overwhelm Lily, andΒ they predicted Ola was another small, lab mix’ just like Lily.Β
Being very familiar with Rottweilers and Pit bulls, I took one look at Ola’s sweet face, and said “Uh oh.”
Not many months later, Ola had grown into aΒ HUGE,Β beautiful, regal dog, over 100 pounds. But she still seemed guided by that angel on her chest.
Lily immediate adopted young Ola, and trained her to be a “stick right close to your Humans” dog.
No fences in the Hippie Valley part of San Juan Island. Dogs (and deer) are free to roam and except for the occasional “play date” with a neighbor Dog, both Lily and Ola were right there, watching over the homestead, 24/7.
Lily left us not long after Ola joined the family but the two of them had some really good times together before she died. She taught Ola how to play Tug O War with ropes and sticks when Ola was still very young.
And she trained Ola to leave the cats alone (probably for her own safety!)
Ola became such a big part of our house-sitting experience all these years. For several weeks at a time, she became “our” dog again. No matter how much time passed between our babysitting jobs, she would greet us with 100 pounds of enthusiasm!

She hung out with us where ever we went,
and stayed close to us at home.
Yep, she was our dog…..But only until her real parents came home!
Ola was always within feet (or calling distance) of John and Lenore during their daily routines.


Ola was one of the sweetest, most gentle dogs I’ve ever met. I will miss her so much. I can only imagine how long it will take her family to get used to the huge empty space she leaves behind.
Good Dog, Ola. Good Dog…
Farewell.
What a beautiful family member! She reminds me of our Xavier, who is probably not far behind in joining her. And what a wonderful home she guarded! I javenβt Had much time to spend in the blogger world lately due to having a very full house but Iβm so glad zi had a few moments to read this post Kathie! Thanks for sharing Olaβs story.
Yeah you’ve been gone so long, WordPress made me “approve” your comment??? Like you were new or something.
Take care and I’m here when you come up for air!!
Understand your loss. Memories remain and they can be cherished.
Thank you so much!
A beautiful tribute Kathie and so many wonderful memories to cherish – sending hugs to you all πππ Run free sweet Ola πππ xxx
Ahhh. We had a lab mix that grew up with the kids. Such a gentle presence in our family. So sad to lose such a dear friend. They will hear and feel her for some time to come, as we did with our Tara, and then our Kasey. Sigh.
Thank you. Well-timed challenge. It helped to write about it.
Thank you auntie Kathy. As you know loss it a though one for me. It’s as if a glowing part of your rutina has just up and vanished. Instinctively it is to search for what we are told we have ‘lost’ but nothing is lost in the end. We carry their love with us. I love you
I know Sweetie. You like the photos of your sweet Lily???
Such a sad farewell. Your photos and story are a fitting tribute.