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Bella died. I'm not handling it very well, but I'm *trying* to. Thank you to everyone who was sweet, supportive, and kind to her. We'd been struggling with her having Degenerative Myelopathy for a long time (ALS for dogs), but I honestly *never* expected her to pass on her own. It was a huge shock and I thought we had more time.
On the flip side of that, she gave me quite a significant gift by not making me choose and have her put down. The time was near...I do know that.
Please don't say "I'm sorry for your loss." I hate that. And anything that makes us smile and creates joy isn't a loss, anyway.
It's just a hell of an adjustment. I feel absolutely gutted. 11.5 years of her next to me, all the time...
I don't think I ever truly realized how embroiled she was into nearly EVERY aspect of life and routine I have...even hanging out while I put makeup on, working out...we had our routines and games we played...it's all a bit shocking - and I miss her face, her eyes following me around, being able to stop and hug her, hear her voice, throw her the last piece of toast.
And, she got me through a lot of hard times. Alone times. University. Quarantine.
So, there's that. They really steal our hearts, don't they?
Please forgive me if I've been a bit slow and am this week. I won't lie. I am fucking crushed.
Thank you for understanding.
Xo.
-a