Bella was born in Tennessee. The family raised show Maltese and Bella had been promised to their daughter. The daughter decided ballet class was more important, so we were blessed to have her.
My dad and I picked Bella up at the airport. She arrived a tiny little ball of fur. I drove her home to Gainesville that evening. She was so tiny that she would hop over blades of grass like a bunny.
For the first few weeks, Bella kept us up nightly in her crate. She would bark non stop. The barking stopped once I gave her control of the house.
Her reign quickly started from there! She slept with me, traveled with me (she had a carseat), and dressed like me.
Have I mentioned her tongue? It was to big for her mouth. It always stuck out a bit.
Bella always waited for us. In Gainesville, she would look out from the second story window to see when we would arrive home. It would never fail that as soon as my car pulled up, I would see a little white head looking out.
Bella was in charge of Ali. Always set her straight and loved her dearly. Over the last few weeks, I noticed Bella would snuggle up to Ali. A few days ago, she even laid on top of her.
In the earlier years, Bella would let Ellison play with her and walk her. They were buddies.
Pending Ellison's arrival, I made sure everything was in place to ensure Bella was not forgotten. I bought a "chair and half" for the nursery, so Bella could be by my side.
There is an earlier blog post about how Bella was demoted from Queen to Princess when Ellison arrived. However, I think we can all agree, that the demotion never happened. She was as much a Queen as a 4 lb dog could be, which trust me if mighty Queen-like.
We love you, Bella. We miss you.







































