Rest in Peace, Bella
Bella was a good dog. And despite what the above picture may indicate, she loved adventures, the outdoors, running, hunting, and most of all her family. She was the definition of loyalty, never straying far from our sides, never judging, never questioning. She was indeed, man’s best friend. She was especially the best friend of my younger sister. Bella’s passing is going to be significantly hard for her.
But we will all miss Bella.
How is it that a dog can become such an integrated part of a family? I know many of you reading this know what I mean. We never really considered Bella a dog. Except maybe when she pooped on the floor. But then, my kids have done that. No, Bella was no dog. She was a part of the family, complete with a personality, moods, a Christmas stocking, Halloween costume, family photo, feather bed, and a definite say in any family conversation.
She was there on family vacations, camping trips, hikes, and Sunday dinner. She ate my baseball glove the night before the State Championship game. She ruined shoes, clothing, couches, and birthday gifts. But after the moment, who really cared?
Over the years she became a family icon. Greeting us when we returned home, and always eager to wrestle and play. In her later years her energy levels fell, but only slightly. Even just last week I wrestled with her, and still struggled to snatch the tennis ball from her mouth. Even in her dying days she was quicker than I am.
No doubt right now Bella is running. Was there anything she loved more than running? Her long legs could carry her faster than any of us could ever hope to run. She could chase down birds, and often did, leaving them dead on our porch. But today when she runs, there is no wind to slow her down, no ache in her muscles, no shortness of breath. Today she runs as far, and as fast as she wants.
Rest in Peace, Bella.
And save a spot up there for me.