I Love You Way Too Much

I didn’t mean to scare you.
I really didn’t.

I was just tired in a way I had never been before. The kind of tiredness where barking feels heavy and even squirrels fade into the background.

But I knew you were there.
I always knew.

I heard your voices before I could lift my head. I smelled home on you. I felt your hands, your warmth, your tears falling onto my fur. That part — I wish I could have stopped. I never liked when you cried. It messed up my tough-girl image.

I wanted to wag. I tried. My body didn’t listen, but my heart did.

You sang to me. You held me. You told me I was brave, even though we all knew I had never been brave — I was bossy, loud, dramatic, and opinionated. Bravery just happened to look like letting go this time.

When you told me it was okay to rest, I believed you.
You had never lied to me before.

So I closed my eyes knowing I was loved ridiculously, stubbornly, forever.

Don’t worry — I took my sass with me.
And yes, I’m still watching.
Someone has to keep an eye on squirrels.

Love,
Bella 🤍🐾

Rainbow Bridge

So this is the place everyone whispers about.

Soft grass. Endless skies. No leashes. No needles. No “Bella, stop barking.”
(Though honestly, I still bark. Just less. Sometimes.)

My legs don’t hurt here. My tummy feels calm. I can run without stopping to catch my breath. I chase squirrels who actually want to be chased — and yes, they still lose.

I looked back once.

I saw you crying and smiling at the same time. I saw the rain. I saw the rainbow stretch across the sky like a promise I didn’t even have to make.

Please don’t worry about me.

I didn’t leave because I wanted to. I left because it was time for you to be brave without me beside you. And because loving you meant trusting that you would keep going.

I’ll be here — 
in the pauses,
in the quiet moments,
right by your feet when you think you’re alone.

I always liked that spot best.

Love you forever,
Bella 🌈🐾

I Noticed🐾😌

A tattoo? For me?
Okay… I’ll allow it.

A marathon? That’s dedication.

Achilles sleeping with my pillow? Obviously. I was his emotional support icon.

See, Mom?
I told you everyone adored me.

You finally took me on a flight.

Okay, yes — it’s my teddy.
But I chose it.

You carry it the way you carried me.
Carefully. Always close.

I like that.

See? I told you.
I’m still going everywhere with you.

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