Bella, Bella, Bella

I thought losing Pita was rough. Then I lost Rhaja. Now, I have found out that my Bella has a trigeminal nerve root tumor.

The Vet has given her months.

Months. How many months? Are we thinking short term disability? A car loan? I am thinking optimistically. So, it's most likely 480 months, right??

I lost Pita suddenly, but I was able to say goodbye. I lost Rhaja when I was gone and never had the chance to say goodbye. I have decided that having more notice is so much better. I get to tell Bella every single day just how much I love her. I give her steak, fries, ice cream and anything else I want. She has no idea what is going on, but she sure loves being spoiled.

Bella has been my favorite dog. Ever. No offense Austin, Charlie, Pita or anyone else. Bella is just so special to me. She was MY first dog. I got her after breaking up with my high school sweetheart. She is the best and I trust her with my life. I don't know how I will make it without her.

I got Bella on December 24, 2002. Someone needed to find a home or an 8 month old Rottweiler. Without thinking, I said I would take her. I ran out, bought a leash, collar and other dog supplies then drove out to Kansas to rescue my girl. We bonded within minutes.

Bella has been my rock, my strength and my angel. She is always there to cuddle, there to protect me and make sure I am safe. She sleeps on me or next to my bed if it's warm outside. She waits outside the bathroom door and never fails to greet me at the front door.

I am heartbroken. Even when I lived away in Florida for three years, her devotion never once waivered. I will never find another girl like my Bella. Every day I get with her is a gift.