On June 24, 2017 we let our beloved Belle go. It was not a decision that was made lightly, but we felt the time was right. Conversations started about two years ago, before we moved to Oregon. Belle was starting to really show signs of aging; her hips were starting to give, she was slowing down, and running was definitely not in her realm of capabilities anymore. Epic winter was particularly rough on Belle; we knew it would be her last. As the months moved forward, it was getting harder for her to stand up on her own. Many mornings I had to help her to stand up then carry her off the porch because going down the steps was too difficult. The only time she ever seemed truly happy was on our adventures. This is a new chapter in our lives, Evan and I have never known life together without Belle. I miss the clicking of her claws on the floor, I miss her following me around and poking her head into the bathroom, or laying at my feet every time I sat down. I miss her big brown eyes and her glowing smile.
Her last day was perfect. We played in the wildflowers, picnicked in the mountains, and adventured in the trees. Belle's face reflected pure joy. She has left a hole in our hearts and we will always embrace the moments in our lives that she made brighter.
