Thank you, Ethan

When, in early 2013, Catherine suggested that we look into getting an autism assistance dog for Oliver, I thought it was an inane idea: she wanted to take our already chaotic family and inject another complicating element into it?!

But I humored her, and agreed to hear the idea out and meet with a trainer from Dog Guides, the national non-profit organization, funded by Lions Clubs, that runs Canada’s preeminent dog guide program.

That fall we met with Alissa, a trainer, in our living room and she walked us through the program and its aims and objectives, and how they would go about selecting a dog for Oliver should he be deemed eligible. When Alissa left it would be a lie to say that I was 100% sold on the idea, but I deferred to Catherine’s wisdom, for she is far more practiced in the art of such things; I agreed to hold my breath and go all-in should the opportunity arise.

The following spring when we got the go-ahead, and a dog was identified for Oliver, and we were scheduled for 10 days of in-house training at Dog Guides in Oakville I agreed, again with some trepidation, to participate in as much of it as possible. And that March, off we went: as Ethan’s handlers, it was Catherine and I who needed the training; I was there for three days (day one, day two, day three) and Catherine for the entire 10 days.

The way that Dog Guides’ training works is that you don’t actually meet your new dog until day three: they do this so that you pay attention to the material on days one and two, rather than to the new adorable pile of dog that’s just entered your life. It is not an exaggeration to say that all my misgivings instantly melted away when Ethan walked into the room and leapt up on my lap:

Me and Ethan, Day One

That night I wrote:

Today is my last day here in Oakville – I’m back to Burlington tonight to pick up Oliver and head into the city tomorrow for our quick vacation. I didn’t anticipate that I would regret this decision. Not the decision to rejoin Oliver, but the one to leave Ethan. Who ever thought I would actually like him. Miss him, even.

And I did: we had an instant bond, and it’s been a rare day when he hasn’t spent a little time back up on my lap like that, despite his 65 pound weight.

Catherine too formed a bond with Ethan, an even stronger and more powerful one, at least initially, because they spent the following 7 days glued to each other, learning how to be handler-and-handled together:

Catherine and Ethan

The way we planned our travels that spring meant that Oliver was around for Ethan’s graduation from training, and so on the final night we were able to go to Dog Guides together for the first time, and Oliver got his chance to meet Ethan:

Oliver and Ethan

If it looks like Oliver was smiling in that photo, it’s because he was: he and Ethan took to each other instantly.

A few days later we were all at home, getting used to having a dog living with us and the changes in our daily routine that entailed.

By far and away the most dramatic and immediate positive benefit of having Ethan living with us is that Oliver, who had been waking up with night terrors for the 18 months previous, and often needed Catherine to come and calm him in the middle of the night, started sleeping. Soundly. With Ethan at his side.

Oliver and Ethan in Bed

In Oslo bed with Ethan.

Writing with Ethan in bed

Ethan and Oliver at a hotel, computing

Sleepy curled up Ethan

While Ethan wasn’t a miracle tonic that brushed the egregious aspects of being autistic away, he was a constant presence in our life, a companion for Oliver, a conversation starter for Oliver (we have all answered the “is he a doodle?” question about 1.2 million times), a bridge to independence for Oliver, a touchstone for Oliver.

Hugging Ethan

Scratching Ethan's belly.

Because we were a family that traveled a lot, and because Ethan was allowed to travel with us, no matter by what method, we kept on traveling, with Ethan at Oliver’s side. That first summer we flew to Germany from Halifax, with Ethan under the seat and a bag full of EU dog paperwork:

Family in Halifax with Ethan ready to travel

We rented a VW microbus on arrival and camped our way through the Netherlands and a slice of Belgium, with Ethan and Oliver happily together on the back seat:

In the VW microbus.

The next fall we were back to Europe, with my parents, for a visit to Oslo, and Ethan demonstrated a familial affinity with my mother’s lap:

Ethan in Oslo with Mom

Later that fall we flew to Montreal to visit my brother and his family, along with my mother; our first flight, from Charlottetown to Halifax, had no “under the seat” for Ethan to fit, so the co-pilot advised to simply give Ethan a seat of his own, so we did:

Ethan on the airplane

Also in that fall of 2015, Ethan started to go to school with Oliver every day, something that required an entirely new school board policy to be enacted, and something that spawned a Compass story.

The next spring, Ethan was there with Oliver when he graduated from intermediate school, along with Tom Baker, one of Oliver’s educational assistants who’d been one of Ethan’s handlers at school:

Graduating with Ethan

The next fall, when Oliver was off to high school, Ethan was at his side:

Off to high school with Ethan

And throughout those very difficult first few months in high school, with all its chaos and trauma and anxiety, Ethan was there to offer what comfort he could.

Three years later, when Oliver completed high school as a confident, accomplished, proud 18 year old, Ethan was at his side, along with Dave and Maritza, who played such an important role in Oliver’s (and Ethan’s) passage through Colonel Gray Senior High School:

Graduating from high school with Ethan

Along the way Ethan was there when Oliver needed a tooth extracted:

Ethan in Dentist Chair

He gamely, if not enthusiastically, participated in several cycling-with-dog experiments, both well-equipped ones in the Netherlands:

Family cycling in Netherlands

And more home-brew efforts here at home:

Ethan in bicycle trailer

What we didn’t know when Ethan joined our family in March of 2014 was that six short months later Catherine would be diagnosed with incurable cancer. In one fell swoop everything became more complex, more fraught, more fragile, and Ethan was then, and for five years has continued to be, a stabilizing element, sometimes as much a therapeutic aid to me and Catherine as to Oliver:

Me and Ethan on the chair

Ethan and Catherine

After Oliver completed high school last spring, he started at the day program at Stars for Life, and Ethan joined him there too. As the months drew on, Ethan started to exhibit some behaviours that were proving problematic in his service dog role: paying too much attention, too protectively, to other dogs when out and about, for example. This was something that had been developing for a year or two, and something that I’d tried to work on with him, but with a complex family life and a lot going on, I’m afraid I didn’t have the discipline to go at the issue with the rigor it required, and it was becoming more stressful than helpful for Oliver to have Ethan in his day program life.

Simultaneous to this, Oliver himself has been growing more independent: he hasn’t needed Ethan at his side in bed for some years; he’s gained tremendous confidence, and is learning new things and new approaches to solving problems. Ethan’s job as a service dog was becoming less vital in Oliver’s life.

Putting those two together, it was recommended that Ethan retire from daily service in mid-December, and we proceeded with that; as expected, Oliver’s done fine without him, and has, if anything, become more independent as a result.

This left us with the difficult decision as to whether to formally adopt Ethan in his retirement as a family pet, or to ask Dog Guides to find a new adoptive family for him.

This all played out at the same time as Catherine’s cancer was advancing, and the day to day challenges of managing our family were growing; it was a hard time, in other words, to be making big decisions, especially when those big decisions involved the possible voluntary surrender of an important part of our family life.

Ultimately, though, we had to decide what was best for Ethan, and that meant coming to terms with the fact that, despite our best intentions, we don’t have the horsepower to provide him with the love, exercise, and attention he deserves. So we made the difficult decision to send the word to Dog Guides to look for a new home for him; at the same time we sent word out through a network of friends to see if there was anyone locally who might want to take him on.

The holidays interceded in all of this, and we enjoyed Christmas with Ethan and, happily, with Catherine, who left hospital just a few days before Christmas.

Ethan at Christmas

With Christmas over, and Catherine, unfortunately, back in hospital, and then, a few days ago, moving to the Palliative Care Centre, I realized that, as much as I could try to keep Ethan in the style to which he was accustomed, it was time to seek assistance more urgently; I contacted Dog Guides and within a couple of hours they identified a local foster family who could take him immediately, and tentative promise of a new permanent adoptive family for him on the horizon.

So today, in a way that was really, really hard, we packed up Ethan’s food and his dog bowls and his toys and his biscuits. We took one last selfie:

Selfie with Ethan

I let Ethan out in the back yard for one last pee:

The Last Pee

And then we three piled into the car for the ride to Ethan’s weigh station on the road to his next chapter. What we found there was a loving home, filled with two other service dogs, one retired and one active, a cat-tolerant dog, and two people who are obviously full of love for animals and will work with Dog Guides to find the perfect new place for Ethan.

It dawned on Oliver, and on me, that with Catherine’s move to Palliative Care, and Ethan moving on, our house at 100 Prince Street is down to just the two of us. We both had tears streaming down our faces for the ride home. It’s a hard day. In a hard week. In a hard year.

When Ethan first joined us, and became a part of our everyday life, in my less-lucid moments I would imagine that eventually someday he would gain the ability to have conversations with me, and I would imagine what we would say to each other.

On this day I simply say thank you, Ethan: you came along at exactly the right time, you helped our family through five wrenching, difficult years, you lightened our load. We are forever in your debt.




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Nene on January 4, 2020 - 17:27 Permalink

I’m choked up just reading about it. It’s a big change you all are going through.

Dogs. There’s no way I could have prepared myself for my own feelings for mine. Ethan seems like an even more vital part to your lives, so my thoughts are with you.

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vbj on January 4, 2020 - 21:26 Permalink

This is such a powerful post. What a tribute to all of you--in different ways. And while you write about it so beautifully and thoughtfully, it has got to be a punch in the gut. Thinking of you all --it sounds like Ethan will be well cared for.

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Judith on January 4, 2020 - 22:27 Permalink

Thank you for sharing this Peter. What a wonderful companion Ethan has been, and an amazing 5 years. Sending much love to all of you.

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Jillian on January 5, 2020 - 01:18 Permalink

Please give Catherine our love. Our thoughts are with you, Catherine and Oliver. As for Ethan, if it is not too late we would be interested in finding out if our home could be his forever home. Could you pass along our information to Dog Guides? Thanks Gary, Jillian and Isleen ❤️

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Craig on January 5, 2020 - 08:42 Permalink

I have no words to express how your post touched me. God speed all.

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Craig on January 5, 2020 - 08:42 Permalink

I have no words to express how your post touched me. God speed all.

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Robert Charles ... on January 5, 2020 - 08:48 Permalink

Oh Peter!

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Thelma on January 5, 2020 - 08:51 Permalink

What a beautiful post, Peter. Keeping you all in my thoughts.

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Nicky on January 5, 2020 - 08:54 Permalink

Such a beautiful post and tribute to the role Ethan has played in your lives. Thinking of you all.

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Joan Sinclair on January 5, 2020 - 11:14 Permalink

Ethan was lucky to have you folks, too. Dogs are great friends.

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Laurent Beaulieu on January 5, 2020 - 11:22 Permalink

Peter, such a wonderful post to Ethan and to your family. Will and I are saddened to read your news. Our best wishes to Catherine and to Oliver and you at this difficult time. Ethan is and was a wonderful companion to you all.

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Juliane on January 5, 2020 - 14:01 Permalink

Thank you. <3

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Andrea on January 5, 2020 - 16:03 Permalink

This is a beautiful tribute to Ethan. Godspeed Ethan. Thank you, as ever, for sharing the story of your family with us, in such an eloquent way.

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Oliver B on January 5, 2020 - 23:12 Permalink

I had to wait a day and let the emotions pass before I could write. This is just so hard.

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Nick Burka on January 6, 2020 - 14:02 Permalink

Thanks for writing this Peter. The pictures, your story, they're both wonderful.

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Isaac on January 6, 2020 - 14:15 Permalink

Love to all of you in all parts of this. <3

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Keith Burgoyne on January 6, 2020 - 14:33 Permalink

I'm not crying, you're crying.

Except I'm crying too.

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Elvina Barclay on January 6, 2020 - 17:42 Permalink

Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking. What a wonderful tribute to a dog and his family. I wish nothing but the best for your family and that Ethan will soon find his next fur-ever home. I know how much thought and care goes into placing retired dogs with their next family and I'm sure Ethan will enjoy his retirement years.