My sweet, sweet, Bella, I will never forget the day we brought you home. I could hardly keep still in my moms van- I was 11 years old and held in my lap the most precious round little puff ball of a puppy I’d ever seen.
When you were still a baby I remembered you’d run into my arms when the trash truck came around- and each day as you got bigger and bigger, eventually reaching a sturdy 120 lbs, your fear of the trash truck subsided. You were my pal when a nasty thunder storm came through, and I clung to you until it passed. I remember our long walks through the woods, rain, sleet, snow, or shine.
You got me through my first teenage heartbreak, you were there for me when my best human friend moved 900 miles away. When other friends or family came over you readily greeted them with a request for belly rubs and loved doing your tricks for everybody.
My best girl, Bella, you always kept me warm at night and your understanding ear was never taken for granted. I loved saying, “Bella, I have a secret!” And you’d come over and put your ear up next to me.
Bella, I have a secret. My heart is shattered into a million pieces at your unexpected loss. While part of me is glad I was with you and you didn’t suffer, another part of me wishes there was something else I could do. But I know you waited for me to go, that much is clear. And while it is selfish of me to wish I could have you around forever, I can’t help it. The house is so empty without you. You used to go nuts when I came home, and now there is silence.
I said it to you before you passed and I’ll say it here again- thank you for being my best friend. I love you, I love you, I love you, and I was truly blessed to have
a faithful pal like you.
Love,
| Bella aka Wasm |
| 1, Nov 2013 |
| Cailin |