Bella Donna

Our beloved Bella Donna passed away last week.

I am taken back to the night we brought Bella home. I was only 10. We still lived in our old house; the ground was full of snow. She was as precious as could be. I remember her silky, red skin that I could stretch and wrap around her little body. I remember letting her out in the backyard. She hopped around in the piles of deep powder snow and pointed at birds in the distance. She grew on us all that night.

She will be missed.

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