Bella

Bio

 My Bella was only ten. I had her two short years. When I saw her on the shelter Facebook page my breath caught in my throat and I knew she was meant to be my dog. She was an owner surrender. They wrote on her paperwork that they were no longer able to care for her. She was overweight and her coat felt like dry like straw. She wouldn’t hold still long enough for me to pet her at the initial meet and greet, just went from crazy licking my face to the door again and again. Like she was saying “come on new mom, get me outta here”. Someone loved her very much and worked with her a lot when she was young. She taught me all her commands, not just a mere sit or down. Back up, shake, roll over, stay. She knew them all. Her paperwork said she had a dog door so I had one installed ASAP. She loved the freedom going in and out, but always wanted to be by my side as she demonstrated by opening the gate herself to join me working in the front yard. A padlock was added to the gate that day to keep my clever girl safe. I think it would be easier if I had been her person her entire life. Two years just wasn’t enough. And really only one year she felt good. She started having seizures and massive bladder leaks everywhere she sat. She was diagnosed with Rocky Mountain spotted fever. The vet said it can lie dormant for years. Two rounds of powerful antibiotics to clear it up, but she wasn’t the same. She seemed thinner, no appetite but her belly bloated. Back to the vet, expecting a parasite diagnosis. It was a tumor. Fast growing and aggressive. Left to grow unchecked by her immune system, weakened from the spotted fever. 14 weeks later she was gone. If you’ve read this far thank you for listening to my story of my Beautiful Bella, My Bella Lou, My Love. I