It is the first time in over 20 years that this house has not had a dog living in it. Far far too quiet. I keep expecting to hear the tip tip tipping of tiny feet rushing down the stairs when I go into the kitchen. Bella was always a bit of a frail girl, her start in life as a puppy mill mother did her no favours.
We never did get her a companion dog. She was very choosy about dogs she loved - she preferred much larger dogs as her best pals and liked having us as her people on her very own. Fair enough - in the puppy mill she was one of a very big group, with no humans to be hers.
She was an extraordinarily happy and loving dog. I have received messages from neighbours who credit her for teaching their small children to appreciate and love dogs. Her last really huge adventure was less than a month ago, when we joined a neighbour and her dog in a walk to the Danforth with their brand new baby (he turned a month this week). We continued to have walks with her into this week and she continued to charm everyone she met.
I am so happy we could give her several happy years. She deserved to be massively loved - she truly gave more than she took.
Bella and her best friend Agnes (guardian of the new baby) last summer,
waiting for their best human friend very very patiently
Bella was famous locally as a great bug-hunter. She was very very very patient.
she would stay on the sidewalk for great periods of time, waiting for the right bug to appear and then pounce
someone recently told me this was part of her papillon ancestry - she was hunting poultry - that was her size