A golden retriever fuzzball with a zest for rubber duckies, hugs, cold bathroom floors, and walks. The poor creature has had a traumatic year of intestinal knots, pneumonia, and an inability to eat. Her heavy breathing caused a scare earlier in the week, but she was sent home with medication and hope. The next day, she passed away early in the morning after vomiting and crossing over.
I never know what to do in such sadness, so I went to the store and put together dinner for Pam, Kaitlyn, and the friends that gathered to be with them. It is never easy to say good bye to an animal that is so central to life, family, happiness, and togetherness.
I remember meeting Bella after she got her 'thundershirt' to help her cope with storms and fireworks (it worked). I also remember Lois shaving the dog in the summer and laughing at how refreshed she looked when her long blonde locks were sent away.
Bella was a great dog and very much a part of the Kelly household. It has been sad to see her peppy little spirit knocked down with ailments and complications. The least I could do was to provide a celebratory dinner for the people who took care of her and loved her.
When I ran this morning, I thought of Lois and how she would be first to greet Bella in the skies of The Great Whatever. She'd have treats, a huge embrace, and tremendous love to make the transition as beautiful as possible.