Belle, our Belle.
We didn’t get a chance to officially say goodbye to our beautiful collie-girl, Belle, yesterday when she went off on her journey across the Rainbow Bridge. She was just lying at the foot of the stairs, on her cooling mat, as she does most of the time, and when I went over to see her, she was still. She was on her way.
That was yesterday, 9 February 2019, at about 4:30 p.m.
The rest is just words. We know not what happened, but in my gut, I think she had something like a pulmonary embolus or blood clot that must have gone to her heart. Thinking back to small symptoms over the last few weeks, that seems likely to me. But since we are not having an autopsy done, we probably won’t ever know what it really was, in detail. All we know now is that our house is without our dog, our collie, our love, our Belle. And it feels really empty. And really sad.
I’ve written before about losing our various dogs over the years, and this will be short and sweet.
Short on words.
Sweet because it’s all about the most beautiful dog soul – Belle of Crow Cottage.
Until we meet up again, somewhere in space and time… we love you, sweet Belle. And always will.
Bex & Paul