STELLA!!! as yelled by Stanley. Kowalski that is. We let Stella go this past weekend. I sure miss that girl.
She was not only in pain, but she lost control of both back legs. She couldn’t go potty by herself, and she refused to go with our help. She was too dignified for that.
She licked the tears off my face as we waited in the car at the vet, waiting for them to get prepared. I’d like to think she was telling me that it was ok, and that she understood. I held her head and looked into her eyes as the vet let her go. I wanted to be the last thing she saw as she went to the Bridge. For her to know I was doing this out of Love.
Our present Mini-Me mantle is down to 4 pups (Parker, Stanley, Jenny, Kelli), and our past Mini-Me shelf is at 4 pups (Stella, Jaime, Beth, Lucas).
Can a house feel empty with 4 dogs? It sure can. Stella was such a big presence in our house.
She was our first greyhound, and my Heart Dog. She was a Daddy’s Girl. The end of an era for us. I did not grow up with any pets. But Stella started a trend. Even Kris only grew up with one dog at a time. Now, our house is more like a greyhound way-station.
One of the first pics I have of Stella and Parker. He quickly learned he could not out run the Stella.
I won't miss the chemo treatments. Or having to carry her out to the yard, so she could take care of business. Or trying to get her to eat after any medication. But I would do it everyday, if it meant she could be with us for another day.
She was the Fun Police, a chatterer, a roo'er, and a roacher. She didn’t let a missing leg stop her from roaching.
Stella has been in the CG calendar every year since she's been with us. I think it was her personality shining through that got her in every time.