Losing my dog, Bella, a month ago was the last thing I thought would happen. We were getting ready for our big road trip across the Southwest, and had it all planned out so our sweet Bella could swim in the ocean before she died. Her death wasn’t in the near future in our minds, we just wanted to be sure we did this trip before she got to the point that she wouldn’t be able to make it there.
The Wednesday before we were heading out, I had scheduled a special vet visit so she could prescribe some arthritis pain pills for the trip. Bella seemed so healthy, and our vet agreed she was in great shape, albeit a bit slow moving. I had always chalked it up to her arthritis, her only ailment at 12 years old. We received a clean bill of health, and I touted the good news of her well-being to everyone I saw. Dean and I loved this dog like I’m sure you love your pets, too, and we were so proud that she was still healthy and lively in her old age.
I have fond memories of the occasion of actually adopting her as a puppy. When we had been married about 2 years, I had convinced Dean to take me to a puppy shelter just to look… wink! I had a gaping hole in my heart from losing my dog, Muddy, a year before, and I am such a dog person I needed to have another furry companion in our home. Dean wasn’t too keen on getting a dog because we weren’t really financially stable due to me losing my job and the recession that was in full effect. I told him I would just want to see what kind of puppies they had, and then we would have a good idea for what we would want when we would get a dog some other day. Inside, I knew I wanted to get a dog that day. One way or another, I just had to convince him.
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