Amid the sorrow, there is a dog.
Where tears flow, there is a dog.
Where there is no one else to greet me when I come home, there is a (very energetic, bouncy, zoomy, excited) dog.
Where the car is otherwise empty, there is a dog.
Where her dad used to lay his head, there is a dog.
Without a dog, life after loss is more unbearable. Sadder. Lonelier. Less soft and fluffy. Less adorable.
Happy adoptiversary to my dog, my Bella (Bella Bear, Bunny, BB, Poodle, Little Love), my guardian angel on Earth, my source of happiness and strength and unconditional love. I couldn't imagine bearing these past 10 months without you by my side.
