Well, I can’t believe I made it to Friday.
This week has been a doozy to say the least.
Let’s start with Monday.
I lost my best friend, Annabelle, “Bella,” Ethridge.
Although my family only had her for two years, we felt as though Annabelle was meant to be apart of our family from the beginning.
She was one of the best dogs I have ever owned.
But her story is what really makes her special.
I am going to post an excerpt of what my sister wrote shortly after Bella’s death that will explain her story (frankly, I would break down in tears if I had to write about her).
Two years ago, my sister and I responded to a Craigslist ad about a white lab. We went to meet the woman giving her up, she said that she had rescued her from a puppy mill in Tennessee and that she had another dog and Bella’s upkeep was too much to handle. Chelsy fell in love and we took Bella home with us. She was scared of people and hid from most men – running away from all of our guests. She only slept next to my sister, sat near my sister, put her paw on my sister. She only let her be closest to her and touch her paws. I’ve never seen a dog so attached to a human. Bella would walk around with these little babies in her mouth and drop them to my sister. She’d fall asleep and snore so loudly. She was so great at catching food in her mouth and loved bison bars and bacon. But someone beat her so badly that she couldn’t sit right on a formerly broken back leg. She couldn’t stop having seizures. She was suffering. This morning, my sister had to let this amazing girl go and find peace. I can’t stop crying as I write this, as I want everyone to know how much her life meant, even if you think she was just another dog. I will miss you Bella when I come home, as I know my sister will miss your presence every day. I have no doubt that you have now truly found peace. May the people who treated you so wrong suffer immeasurable pain.
Bella was laid to rest on Monday after suffering from periodic seizures that eventually led to liver cancer.
Our last moments together were soul-aching, yet beautiful. I stood with my dad by her side, let her smell my hand, and she licked me right before she past.
It was almost as if she was saying, “thank you for loving me.”
I felt a sense of relief as I look at her, tears pouring from my eyes, because she was so peaceful, finally entering the Kingdom to be with her Maker.
My dad buried her in the backyard that morning, where she will lay to rest peacefully, under our st. francis statue, for eternity.
This week has been full of those “cry myself to sleep nights.”
Princess, our elderly yorkie, looks lost as she searches for her best friend.
She has been a source of comfort for me in the time and has even volunteered to sleep in my room, in the same spot that Annabelle slept in. 🙂
I am so glad that I got to give Bella the best two years of her life.
I am not looking for sympathy, I am looking to share the story of what was the kindest, sweetest, most loving dog I have ever known.
I’ll miss you, sweet Annie B.
All my love, until we meet again.