Belle would have turned 18 today. I saw this bumper sticker on a car the other day and thought of her. Really, I think of her everyday, but this is so perfect for her. Some people have said that Belle only lived to be 17 1/2 because I took care of her and helped her get healthy....that I "rescued" her in a way. But, the reality is that she rescued me over and over again these last few years. Every month, when my heart was broken again from not getting pregnant, she helped me heal. She comforted me and loved me and gave me a reason to keep going. I know God's spirit had to be in her to know when I needed comfort. There were many times that I wondered if she was really an angel. (yeah, yeah....call me crazy. But I bet some of you know what I'm talking about.)
I miss Belle everyday. I miss her sweet presence in our house. I miss cuddling with her every night and the way she followed me everywhere. I miss her laying across my feet while we're making dinner, hoping for scraps to drop and then, licking all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when we're cleaning up. I miss taking her to the park and watching her explore. I miss her mischievous nature and all the crazy things I'd catch her doing. I miss how well she knew me. How she always knew what I needed. I miss how she could make anything better. She was a remarkable dog. She was my first baby. And she will always have a huge part of my heart.
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Girl!
I miss you so.
I can't wait to be celebrating with you again in heaven!