I always wondered exactly what “a heavy heart” meant. I now know what it means for me in a poignant, piercing manner. Last night our beloved dog, Bela, passed away in her sleep. Finding her on her bed and realizing that she was “gone” was almost unbearable. I think my heart fell from my chest and shattered on the deck. Somehow, it is back in my chest, but is a heavy lump, sitting there, in the way…aching for Bela.

Yesterday we had taken a hike up one of our favorite ridges. Yes, she was almost 13 years old and her hips were getting stiff, but on the hike she was spry and as happy as usual to be out with us in the mountains. We were enjoying her golden years. She was alway a good dog but lately even better. She stayed in close proximity and always looked at us with adoring eyes as if to say, “Are you having as good a time as I am?” Tears flow, hearts ache, but that doesn’t bring her back.

Thank you Bela for all you gave us, even in your passing. You will always be in my heart. You adored Jack (he spoiled you) and you loved me (after all, I fed you). I hope you know how much we loved you and will always miss you. They often say, “she was one of a kind.” You were. There will never be another spirit as wonderful as you.