My Blue beside her. I miss him.
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2me4art 
Oh, this is stunning.
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Good catch! She was never taught to howl. We taught Blue as a pup, the first time he would howl, we would say, “YEAH, good talking!” I was laying on the floor with my camera asking Blue to ‘talk’, Nala caught on quickly & I caught it! ~amy
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So sweet – life goes on but is never the same after we lose a pet… We couldn’t have dogs growing up. We lived in a city and travelled to Spain for three months every year. Never had a dog until we moved here. A small yellow lab my toddler named Belle. She lived to be 15. Never thought losing a pet would be so difficult…
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He was mine. This is where I cry because before his bones hurt, he was my 100lb white shadow. He followed me for an hour or so every morning, he helped me put the kids in their beds if my husband traveled…
Belle, very beautiful name & breed. I am sorry for your loss.
~amy
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