Stella

This morning my dad went out to feed his dog, Stella, and she was dead. She had been sick for a couple months now, and Mama and I recently discussed our wishes about Stella dying peacefully in her sleep - which it appears that she did.  I'm not a huge animal-loving person like some people are, but she was a sweet dog. Just recently I was talking to her and despite her ailment which made it harder for her to get around, she was wagging her little tail. 

I like to think of her now running freely without pain, getting those belly rubs and pets that she enjoyed (especially from Michael), basking in the sun on a favorite cushion, and eating all her favorite treats - chicken, and eggs, and even peanut butter toast.


Here are a couple pictures of Stella from September 2011.

And one from October of last year.

Here she is with Michael, who was one of her favorite people.

I saw her recently and told her that we loved her.