The pup that stole my heart, the one who can make me feel like the most loved person in the world with a simple nuzzle, turned 10 yesterday.
Double digits for any dog make me weary–we’re getting up there–and Bella doesn’t seem too excited about the prospect either. Like last year, we took her out for a few photos (right at the magical photography golden hour….on accident), but this year was different.
Those sweet eyes that melt my heart in a minute….they seem tired, which makes my melted heart break.
Don’t get me wrong. She still has her energetic bursts, but I can’t deny her growing older (especially on her birthday) or the fact that she’s slower to rebound from the sickness that ruled her life for over a month.
I’ve stared at her face a lot since then and kissed this nose even more, with silent pleas in my heart for a livelier Bells.
Never has there been a more loving dog or a sweeter companion. For those of you who aren’t dog-people, you probably don’t understand and that’s okay. This is my baby.
And when your baby has a birthday, I think most people look back at old photos and wonder where the time has gone. I’m no different.
Bella and I were queens of the selfies before it was cool. I have C O U N T L E S S photos of our faces mushed together. This is one of my favorites when she was just a tiny puppy, all black fur and big paws:
She’s been sleeping a lot on our bed recently, which reminded me of the days when she’d burrow behind the pillows on my bed in Cincinnati and then pop up and crawl toward me with tail wagging when I’d come in to find her.
Bella and Joe came into my life within months of each other. My two greatest loves in one short amount of time. Nothing makes me happier than our little family of three and the last decade seems to have absolutely flown by.
Here is my Stonewall Bella today:
Every bit as precious and curious as those early days, though much calmer and now sporting quite the gray beard.