It’s been five days without our Stella girl. It didn’t make it any easier knowing that the day was coming close. Saying good-bye to her was probably the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my life.
She would always give snuggles and kisses. She hated going on walks and being in dog parks, but she loved sitting out in the yard and chasing the ball. She loved tortilla chips probably more than anything else in the world. She loved cold weather. She loved guard-dogging. We would always joke about making Stella tacos for dinner. She would go on high alert when both of her ears were up- she had the softest ears. She had the curliest tail, and the sweetest little patch of white fur on her chest. She was perfectly golden when the sun hit her just right. Watching her eat peanut butter was the best. Sheffield couldn’t say Stella, so he called her Lella. And then it stuck – and you became Lella girl. Stelly-belly. Stell-belle. Sweet girl.
You were our sweet $25 rescue dog from Aberdeen, Mississippi. The dog who wouldn’t touch a French fry when she was riding to her new home. Stella Bernadette – we miss you more than you’ll know. You became a part of our family when we were just learning how to be one ourselves. You were there at the beginning. We miss your sweet face, and we miss you dearly. We hope you are having a blast and eating all the tortilla chips – we love you Stella girl.