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The Diary of Belle Bush

Angels please Help me to Welcome my litter-sisfur Jewel to- the Bridge

Jewel and I were born in the same litter. Mom and Donald had come to pick out a puppy for Mom's little niece Emily. She was suppose to have received one of Nakoma's puppies for Christmas; but her puppy died, only Slippers survived the Parvo that sickened Nakoma's pups.

Emily's Mommy still wanted a puppy for Emily, so Mom chose Jewel, the runt of the litter. In fact she looked so much like Nakoma, she could have been one of her pups. Then Donald chose me to be his, because his puppy had also died from Parvo.

After Jewel grew to become an adult dog, my Mom's sister felt she was too much for the family. My sis-fur Jewel was never anything but a Sweet girl. Mom's sister was one of those, at the time, who wanted a puppy, but not the dog they become. So my sis-fur went to live with Mom's pawrents. She loved Mom's Dad. She had a special run and turn that she did only for her Dad and my Mom. No one else. :) Mom said her smile was non-stop just like mine.

(I hope to not sound to unkind toward my sister, she did try with another dog, a Rottie.She did well with Sophie and her size, but Sophie was too large for my sister's landlord, he did not like that they had such a large dog, so she had to go. Sophie resides with my parents now. The Biggest, Sweetest fur-baby I have even known. In the 3rd and last dog my sister had, she found her soul-doggie. A Shi/Chi mix who claimed her heart. After my sister died Kiari went to live with my parents also. Kiari's sisfur, Izzie, from a different litter, also lives with my parents, a gift from my sister to them. :) Quite a group of furs!! Especially the size differences.)

Well a few weeks ago Jewel had a bad spell. Her dad thought it was her joints getting her down, but Mom believed it was a stroke. She came back and was doing well. But the same thing happened again. Her Dad was with her at all hours, day and night, checking her, making her comfortable and hand feeding her. She would try to eat just to make him happy. Well, last Saturday morning he found that she had left for the bridge during the early morning hours.

Jewel will be greatly missed by her Dad, Mom's Mom, and Mom's brother who lives with them and my Mom. Now she is here with me and we are getting to know each other all over again. It has been a long time since I last saw my sister. I will be helping her while she waits for her Dad to join her one day in the far future.

Mom is heartbroken, but so thankful to have enjoyed the many years of knowing Jewel and having her as part of her family.

Three Months

Dear Belle,
It has been 3 months today since you left us. It is still hard to believe how much can change in just one hour.

Donald is really missing you Sweetie. He was talking a couple of days ago about how there seems to be a pattern. How he had his kitty Joshua and Mary Beth had his fur-bro Samson. Joshua left for the bridge before Samson did.

Then they shared the care of Nakoma, until we brought Simba home to live with us. Simba became his girl and Nakoma was Mary Beth’s. Simba left for the bridge in 2005.

After Nakoma had pups, Donald picked out Bear for his and Mary Beth chose Slippers. Bear died from parvo at 10 weeks, while our Sweet Slippers survived. Then we found you Sweetie, and Donald loved you dearly. Now you have left him also.

Donald is hurting right now. The others do keep him on his toes. He loves them so much, but he still has that empty spot that belonged to you and will always be yours.

I have noticed that we are spending more time with your furblings now. If there is one positive speck from loosing
you, it is that we once again realized just how short the time is that we are blessed to be with our furbabes.

Love and Miss you Belle,
Mom and Donald

October's Party

October's Party
By: George Cooper

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came—
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."