Exactly one week after my Oliver went to the Rainbow Bridge, my precious Belle has followed in his steps. We spent today lying on the grass under the apple tree and then snuggled up in my recliner. At six o’clock, I laid her on her bed while I took Charley and Sadie for a walk, and came back just as she drew her final breaths. She died in my arms. It was very peaceful.
Belle, I am so sad to see you go. You came into my life a crippled, skinny, sparsely haired girl, rescued from a family’s decision to euthanize, after your papa passed away. Pam saved you, Deb fostered you, and I lost my heart to you. You fattened up, became a round fluffy ball, pranced along in the pasture and rode in my backpack on the dikes.
You taught me about shelties and small dogs and Princesses. Your imperious little bark commanded me to feed you, to let you in or out, to keep you company. You were always near my side – patiently getting up and following me from room to room, or if you didn’t feel like moving, then barking one short bark every 10 seconds until I would return to either sit with you or beckon you to follow me. You knew what you wanted and you made sure the rest of the world knew it too.
You had alligator jaws and funny raccoon-like feet. You liked to ride in the front seat, and to lie in the grass in the back yard. The other dogs deferred to you, for you were The Princess.
You came to me on the very day my Caleb was diagnosed with cancer, December 8, 2007. You brought me sunshine and shelti-tude. I shall miss you, my little Princess – and I know those other dogs at the rainbow bridge are already honoring the arrival of Her Highness, Princess Belle.
Run free, precious girl, my precious Princess Belle. I know that you are barking with joy at being reunited with the papa who loved you for most of your life, and I can feel his happy heart and see his smile as he greets you with open arms. You have gone home.
My singing sheltie is singing for the angels tonight.
Belle, 1995 - 2010