Belle

I keep hoping that it will get easier, but so far it isn't. Something inside me broke when I lost my girl. Maybe it was because I lost my mom the previous year, or still miss my dad, gone ten years now, or... but it's just that I MISS HER. She was my constant companion, my sweet, brave, funny girl. I was so proud when we had our healthy years together - hiking, scootering, tracking, or just cuddling. And I don't regret any of the time I spent making sure she was in the best possible health she could be, with the best possible care. She deserved it all, because, as I told her every day when I got home "How could I get so lucky? To have the BEST dog in the world!" I meant it every time.