How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
“Isabella is a bella o’ Isabella bello? Ma no, mama! Isabella is non bello…Bella is a bella!” -My little song, a mixture of Italian and English, that I sang to Isabella when she was so tiny we didn’t know if she was a little girl or a little boy. I’d dance around the house with her in my arms singing as she purred and meowed right along with me!
My precious little Isabella crossed over the ‘Rainbow Bridge’ December, 2015. Her Spirit stays with us, as do most of our furry little friends who never really leave. She has been a ‘Trusted Therapist’ on many occasions when I needed it most.