My dog is amazing. She has been with me through some of the biggest rollercoasters in my life. I’ve had Belle in my life one year longer than Kurt.
She is always here for me, with a knowing look in her brown eye, soft cuddles, her goofy ways- tossing her toys around to cheer me up. Belle is my love. She slept on my chest when she first came home, and has snuggled next to me nearly every night for the past almost 4 years.
She can tell when my anxiety is flaring up, when I’m sick and need to sleep… and on nights like tonight when I am hurting so deep inside, she is right here watching over me, sharing all her love.
I cannot explain or pretend to understand how dogs read or sense the emotions of their people. But I know I am thankful for my loyal, loving, happy tippity feet dancing Belle.
And I hope she understands how grateful I am for her being there even when people I love hurt me.












