Thursday, May 18, 2023

Bella-Boo


 
Bella-Boo


It’s hard to lose a pet. We’ve lost one every year for the past 3 years. But the last one to cross the Rainbow Bridge was our little Bella, a silver-white mini Schnauzer. She died of old age, really, and we couldn’t bear to see her suffer- so we said goodbye last week. I cried hot tears as I stroked her curly head and looked deep into her little black eyes as she passed into eternity.


“You were such a good dog,” I whispered. “Such a good little dog.” 


And she was. I picked her up early on a bright Christmas morning in a land far away; she was our little daughter’s Christmas present that year. So tiny, so tough, so cute. We had twelve and a half wonderful years with her, and now she’s gone.


Oh, Bella-boo. You demanded nothing, unlike your many assorted packmates. All you ever wanted was a snuggle and a pat now and then, and you were content. I’ve never had a dog that was so settled, so happy, so grateful. You knew your place in the universe.


When we had a pack of 6 rambunctious beagles, you ruled the roost but caused no strife. You kept them in line. 


When “Beowulf,” the big Doberman came, you bossed him around and tolerated no foolishness. When he died suddenly, you felt his absence- no one to snuggle with at night on little girl’s bed.


When the Golden Retriever “Islay” was added to the family, you considered your options carefully and decided to leave well enough alone. We had only two years with her, and I’m not sure you were sad when “the tornado” was gone. 


When “Blessing” the bouncy Golden Aussie puppy turned our home upside down, you set firm boundaries and held them in place until you were too old and feeble to defend yourself against being a chew toy. And our troubled rescue dog “Rio” you completely ignored, until she sensed your weakness and began to growl at you.


The time had come to set you free.


Dear little Bella. In my heart of hearts, you were my favourite. You asked for so little. You were willing to be ignored, to be the wheel that didn’t squeak, to be overlooked and even neglected and still be happy and loving. 


I’m so glad we had you. I fully expect to see you in that land beyond this life, and I think you will be quietly sitting on the sidelines until someone mentions the word “walk”- at which point you will begin to shriek for joy, bouncing up and down on all fours. And your little eyes will snap and sparkle, and you will stretch out and run over the hills and valleys like a cheetah, keeping up with the bigger dogs and with the wind blowing your curls back from your face so your black eyes make you look like a stuffy!


You were always the watcher at the windows, setting the big dogs off on a massive barking spree, with your little shriek rising above their booming voices. You didn’t miss a movement of bird of squirrel or cat or human. You saw it all and “alarmed" the whole house. The pearly gates have an extra alarm system now!


I love you, little silver-haired girl. Around my neck on a chain there hangs a tiny silver schnauzer. I touch it and I remember the snuggles, the joy you brought, and the love we shared. Your fluffy pink bed still lays upstairs- I can’t quite bear to put it away just yet. I miss your little habits- the way you’d gently and politely put a tiny paw on my leg begging for cucumbers and apple pieces- the snuffle and snore as you lay beside me napping- your tiny claws clip-clipping on the floor…you were the sweetest of them all. 


Always remembered, little girl. Never forgotten. See you on the other side, Bella-boo! 





From the Archives...

I wrote this awhile ago...

aging 


skin turning slowly to parchment 

gentle wrinkles creeping creeping

vision narrowing on the peripheral

 stomach choosing circumspectly 

clandestine marking of stations of comfort

 chair     

rest room     

eating places 

The familiar safe things more necessary

welcoming the en-closing of life 


Tuesday, May 16, 2023

looking back...looking forward...

 Some of the stories I've told of the past seem so far removed from where I am now that it's unreal. As I read through this little blog, I keep thinking, "Did that really happen??" and yes, it did...but in another lifetime. 


God's faithfulness is all over my stories. His hand of protection, his angelic messengers, his goodness, his grace during hard and crazy times...He's so good. And as the stories of my days continue, He will still be good. 


He's a good good Father. I hope you'll read my stories and be encouraged!

Monday, May 15, 2023

 I used to blog on an almost daily basis. then life got hectic and we moved 7 times in 5 years, including once to the other side of the world. and i just couldn't get back at it. perhaps the time has come now to start again. 


after all, a writer writes! welcome to my little corner of the world.