Today marks three months since Bella left us. There has not been a single day since then that I have not thought about her. Nearly every evening I do a walk to her favorite corner by the barn and imagine her trotting along, eagerly preparing for a tennis ball retrieving session. I talk to her (memory) as I would have when she was alive and the sound of my voice, saying exactly what I'd have said to her, makes it seem a bit more real. I try to remember the details of how she looked, how she moved and what she did throughout the walk. As often as not it brings a tear to my eye.
I miss you deeply sweet girl. You were my best friend and closest companion. Life is not the same without you. I think you had a good life and although I wish it would have been longer, we did the best we could for you. Living on this beautiful farm with all the freedom you could have asked for was better than most dogs have it.
I love you Bella.
