Today, on July 21, 2018, Bella would be 8 years old. Below is a post from the day she passed away on March 24, 2018.
My heart hurts. There are certain things in life, no matter how hard you try, that you just can’t prepare for until the moment happens.
I hope they give good stroller rides in doggy heaven.
But even in times of sadness, sometimes comes an ounce of light.
Like how my sister held Bella for me as she was put down when I wasn’t able to. Bringing me two bottles of water because in situations like this, one is never enough.
Like how my mom stuck around at home this morning because no matter how many times I told her I didn’t need her driving us to the vet, she’s my mom and she knew I wouldn’t want to do it alone. She held me when the tears finally hit like a brick wall and helped pack away Bella’s belongings when we got home.
My room looks so empty now.
Like how my dad called my sister this morning (who works at the vet clinic where I brought Bella) and helped prepare everyone for what was about to happen and then had exactly the right words to say afterward.
So yes, today has been heartbreaking, but my god, my family is great.
Rest peacefully, my sweet baby Bella. I’ll love you forever.