Bella is a do-over.dog. I adopted her in November of 2013 when she was about 2-1/2 years old. Although she looks just like a West Highland Terrier, she didn't come with papers. My friend and fellow board member, George Tattersfield says, "Bella didn't have to die to go to heaven." I feel the same way.
Another very good friend, Rebecca Sargeant, THE Recruiter's Coach, encouraged me to look for a dog to adopt. She knew that the loving attention that we could share would help me through some of the challenges I was facing.
I adopted Bella at a time in my life when there were a whole lot of changes happening. I was feeling scared and alone. My daughter Kate was moving out at 22 and I was going to be living alone for the first time in those 22 years. I was also not dating and had lost my job unexpectedly in mid-July 2013.
I needed someone to love. Enter Bella. At the time I brought her home, I blogged that I gained 15 pounds and fell in love. She is a sweet, happy dog with a delightful disposition. She makes me laugh and play every day. We walk at least three times a day, so she gets me out and active too. She loves to cuddle and will sit by my side or on my lap while I read or watch TV.
It may sound ridiculous, but I like to think of Bella as my mom reincarnated. She was born just six weeks after my mom died and has the same sparkling brown eyes. Just like my mom did, Bella is always happy to see me and loves me unconditionally. She comes running to the door with her tail wagging when I come home. She loves to snuggle and exchange kisses. I talk over my day with her and she listens without interrupting.
While I realize that not everyone is a dog person for any number of very good reasons, for me, Bella saved my life. She is a warm and loving presence for me to share my life with. I am so grateful that we found each other.