In all my years of dog ownership (or should I say companionship?) there is one pup who stands out among all the others. Her name was Bella, and she really was a beautiful little pooch. Not just physically, although she was that for sure. We got her from a shelter, so we never could verify her lineage, but I believe she was some type of Yorkie/ Pomeranian mix.
When my little sister became very ill one year with pneumonia and we almost lost her, Bella was by her side both day and night. The only time she left Andrea was to use the potty or for meals. Even then she went reluctantly, with backward glances that seemed almost apologetic.
When Andrea recovered, only then would Bella sleep with other family members, or take part once again in a lively game of rubber ball toss.
Bella lived for many years, and when we finally lost her at the ripe old age of sixteen, our whole family mourned her for the longest time. I happen to believe she moved on to a better place, but every once in a while I still think about my Bella.
Posted by: joan
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