Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Our little family has suffered a loss. Stella died peacefully on Friday afternoon.
Stella was not my dog. She was Favorite Young Man's faithful friend.
But I knew Stella for many years. She first visited me about ten years ago when I lived in Illinois. She and FYM came to see us for a holiday.
When I moved to Florida, FYM and Stella lived with me for almost a year. She chewed on some of my furniture, for which I promptly forgave her.
She often stayed with me when my son had to go out of town.
I teased her about her smooshed-in face and told her she looked like she'd been chasing parked cars. I loved to kiss her right in the middle of the top of her head because that's where her fur was the softest. I let her sleep in my bed even though she was a bed hog. She had a thing about peeing on my rugs. I didn't like that, but how could I not clean it up and get over it?
Several months ago Stella moved in with me because she needed more care for health issues than my son could provide. Stella and I visited the vet together many times. She had a problem with a disk in her back. It caused her to drag her back legs. She often slipped and fell. The medicine she took for her legs damaged her liver, so she took medicine for her liver.
I knew the end was approaching on Thursday when her back legs stopped functioning almost completely. Then Friday morning, she began to vomit.
Friday afternoon, she sat in the chair next to me that she could no longer hop into on her own. I had boosted her up. When I realized she had stopped breathing, I kissed my favorite Stella spot on the top of her head one last time.
We are sad. We are so sad. Franklin and Penelope search for Stella.
I know it's saddest of all for Favorite Young Man. Stella was his beloved companion. He was her daddy.
She always gazed at him with her sweet brown eyes that showed exactly what was in her heart. She was absolutely and completely devoted to him.
Stella, you are loved forever.
Infinities of love,