Belle is an old dog of unknown heritage, beloved by my son.
He and Belle found each other in the months shortly after my husband/his father died.
Belle has never asked much as if knowing that she was lucky to have been rescued and given a good home.
About a year ago she had a stroke and we felt it might be the end for her. My heart broke for my son at the thought of losing Belle when his wife’s life hung in the balance.
It was too much to bear.
But, Belle has rebounded. She lists to one side when she walks and seems to have lost her hearing. Yet she is still with him asking very little, just the chance to be part of the family.
When I visit, I banish Belle from my bedroom due to my allergies.
Tonight, I found her hiding on the floor on the other side of my bed. I could not send her out of the room. I was overcome with emotion for this sweet dog who has been a constant in my son’s life for over ten years.
So, I will pop another allergy pill, use my nasal spray and my inhaler and hope for the best. I feel that it is the least I can do for this gentle, loyal creature.