To my faithful Bella.
You, who were there for 15 years.
You, who had a bad temper. A real Karen with everyone. A pig's temper.
But faithful. You, who followed me everywhere when you were young. Who did dances and said "Candy" to get treats.
You always came back when I whistled to you.
You were my friend, my daughter.
I'm sorry, but it was better for you.
You hardly moved anymore. Your legs and hips hurt. You couldn't go down the stairs alone anymore.
You fell all the time. You were blind and almost deaf. I'm happy to have been with you until the end.
I'm happy to have made the choice to end your suffering, rather than stretch out your life, made painful for you.
I'm glad I was strong enough to call, to help you leave without pain, in my arms.
Despite everything, you managed to make me laugh before you left. You wanted to bite the vet when he wasn't touching you. You old cottony turd.
Rest in peace.
I love you. I love you with all my soul and all my heart.