Saying Goodbye to My Beloved Dog

This has been a sad day for me. My dog passed away. She was 11 years old. This news has hit me hard. I miss her very much, but it seems empty without her.

Memories of My Dog

I remember the day I got her. What I Ended Up With Was A Tiny Little Ball Of Energy && Happiness. I named her Bella. Bella loved to play outdoors. We would go to the park and jog around, running up hills together while playing fetch; When she smiled you had to return the favor.

She was always so eager to see me when I got back home her tail would satisfyingly wag and that little body of hers would perk up excitedly. Her smile was infectious. It always brightened my day. She would cuddle on the couch with me in the evenings. But those silent times were unusual, and I would certainly long for them.

The Pain of Losing Her

Losing Bella hurts so much. This is a feeling I never thought would pass through me. The house is empty without her. I search for her in every nook. I miss her soft fur, playful manner and gentle eyes.

I close my eyes when I’m sad and remember all the happy moments we spent together. I laughed at the foolish things she did Bella was no longer just a dog but also an actual buddy. Whenever I was struggling she would come over and snuggle in my lap.

Finding Comfort

As much as I miss Bella, and wish she to be where is genuinely happiest resting in peace within the earth its good cause for a happy photo. Love is part of grief, and I loved Bella so much. She will forever remain in my heart.

All of this is saying good bye today. I will take my time to heal. I shall try to smile when I remember Bella rather than cry. For now my heart may feel heavy but some day, I will be fine. Until then, I will have lost her.