Lost my Bella last Saturday.
For all the sensitive souls, this might be a hard read.
She was the goodest girl. The most goodest of girls. Lost her to kidney disease and her latest flair left her suffering and in a lot of pain. I can't count the times I cried. The heartbreak is unbearable. I held her through the procedure. She definitely knew what was happening, she was such a smart cookie. I put up a brave face for her, didn't want her to be scared or see me breaking down. She looked at me with those huge wise eyes and she was telling me, it's okay. It's time. She touched me with her nose and gave me a butterfly kiss. Soon after, the injection was done and, just like that, she was gone. Only then I let myself cry openly and it feels like I never stopped since. Only now there's no little foxtrots and doggy kisses to make it better. My Smella. My Bella Mozzarella. I'm so heartbroken.