On Friday morning, at the end of her walk, Stella stopped just outside the entrance to our front yard, not wanting to go in yet, and looked up the street. She just stood there and looked and I thought she smelled something and so I motioned for her to go follow her nose but she did not. She just stood and looked, seeing something I could not.
On Friday night, Elizabeth told me that Stella dreamed of running.
On Saturday morning, I told my mother who was finally fully awake from her surgery the day before that the doctors had found that the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes so she would very likely have to go through chemo.
On Saturday afternoon, I watched on TV as they smashed windows and burned up our Toronto streets.
On Saturday night, Stella's heart beat like a butterfly and could not be restrained any longer but Stella did not understand. I held her when the vet injected her with the first needle and she looked at me and asked me what was happening to her. I could not give her an answer so I kissed her on her furrowed brow. Then she leaned into my arms and I lay her down.
All dogs dream of running even when they can no longer run.
My Stella is gone.
For now I am done here.
Thank you all for reading and being with us these few years. I can't express my gratitude to you enough.