All Too Much’s beloved Bella has passed on. I painted Bella, it hurts to see them when they go.
Here’s a moving note from ATM –
BFH – I’m sitting in my family room, looking at your portrait of Bella, Mitchell, and Phil. Bella passed away on Monday, in my arms while she drifted away. My heart hurt so bad, I could barely breathe.
Bella was fifteen and a half years old. She died of old age; her body and mind gave out.
Bella was an eager and gifted athlete. We spent countless hours playing with tennis balls and frisbees.
My kids used to shoot soccer balls towards her, left, right, and she’d stop them all.
She was a fast learner, took to commands with very little training.
Bella leaves behind her brothers, Mitchell and Phil. In the portrait, Phil’s the big guy.
They have been missing her. The house seems very quiet, but I realized it isn’t noise that’s missing; its her presence.
For a day and a half, Phil laid in Bella’s bed, something he never did before. He didn’t budge.
Mitchell checked out the house and property, for a day or so, obviously looking for something.
I believe somewhere inside them they now Bella is not coming home.
She was such a sweet dog, and she will always be in my heart.
When I asked you for the portrait, I knew Bella’s was in her last years.
The portrait captures perfectly the mature lady, and big sister, she was, and gives me what I knew it would.
Funny, reading this before sending, I realize words cannot define Bella
But I had to write this, to help me sort things out. Bella would have wanted it that way.