11 and a half years ago, my friend Kate brought me a little black ball of fur and dirt and I named her Bella.
Bella was the sweetest puppy.....
who became the sweetest young teen....
who became the sweetest young lady.....
who became the sweetest middle-aged lady......
who is now the sweetest, most distinguished older lady of any dog that has ever lived.
I did a photoshoot tonight of my sweet Bella Girl. It's never lost on me, how wonderful this dog is, who's been my best friend and companion for the past 11 years. She came to me when I was so lonely and so ready for a family. She was with me when I got married, become a stepmom, and then had a baby. She was with me when I bought my first house. She was with me when I went through a divorce. She's with me now, laying on my bed, with her grey face and paws, as sweet as she's ever been.
She'll be 12 in February and she's showing no signs of being a 12-year-old dog. She's spry, she hops upstairs, she jumps up on my bed, she goes for walks. She might get tired more quickly. She might give you a look when you ask her to climb stairs, a look that says, "Do I really have to?" But she's still the same sweet, wonderful dog she's ever been.
When you open the cabinet in the kitchen, she's right there with you with curiosity - "And, what will you be giving me today?" She says with her sweet and patient eyes.
And of course, she always gets something, because I mean, come on. Look at that face.
You live this long, as a sweet sweet pup, as the best friend a girl could have, who loves every human being she comes in contact with (especially kids) who lays there and lets you pet her and hug her and love her.....and you deserve the treats you get, every day.
I have a feeling she actually heard me just type the word "treat."
I love you, my sweet sweet Bella Girl.
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