Nine years ago, a dog entered my life and changed everything. At just 20 years old, not long after losing my father, I stumbled into a local wine shop and met a cocker spaniel puppy. The owner of the store was also a breeder, and before I knew it, a red and white spaniel was cradled in my arms. She had the sweetest freckles on her nose, and I instantly named her Bella, inspired by a character from my favorite book series.
With Bella by my side, I found a renewed sense of purpose. No longer did I sleep through the mornings; I had a furry companion who relied on me for her every need. This little creature helped pull me out of the depths of my grief, creating a routine and filling my life with joy.
As life progressed, Bella and I both changed. When she was two, I fell in love, and before long, she had a new dad who became her best friend. However, as Bella reached four, she began experiencing health issues common in purebred cocker spaniels. From skin irritations to ear infections, we welcomed every vet visit and medication with open arms, cherishing her like a child.
But Bella was not without her challenges. We learned about “cocker rage,” a phenomenon that sometimes caused spaniels to have sudden aggressive outbursts. Initially, we dismissed the possibility that Bella could exhibit such behavior. Our love for her made us blind to the signs.
When Bella was six, I became pregnant. Given her temperament and medical history, I was filled with concern. Would our child be allergic or frightened? Would Bella’s barking disturb the baby? Most troubling was the fear that Bella might become jealous or aggressive.
During my maternity leave, Bella and I formed a close bond. She would snuggle against my belly, feeling the baby kick, and when my daughter, Mia, was born, Bella was gentle and loving during feedings and stroller walks.
However, as Mia began to crawl, Bella’s demeanor changed. She became distant, backing away from the playful tugging and excited squeals. Mia adored dogs, her first words being “puppy” and later “Bella.” I hoped for the best, thinking everything would turn out fine.
Then, just three days ago, a shocking incident shattered our world. Bella was lounging on the couch, enjoying a belly rub from her dad and Mia, when suddenly, she lunged. In an instant, she snapped at Mia, biting her arm and neck. The result was alarming; my little girl was hurt, and it took force for Bella to release her grip. The bite drew blood, and in that moment, our family of four was forever changed. All the excuses and wishful thinking I had clung to came crashing down, leaving me drowning in guilt and despair.
Mia is healing, though a small scab remains, and I feel sick each time I see it. Occasionally, she remembers and cries, “Bella bit me.” The emotional scars run deeper than skin, but thankfully, she still loves dogs. Just the other day, she played joyfully with her aunt’s dog during Easter dinner.
Tomorrow, Bella will be rehomed. She is going to live with my mother in a beach town on Vancouver Island, where she can thrive in a child-free environment, indulging in homemade treats and fresh air. We are fortunate to have this option; I know it’s the best choice for all of us. Bella saved my life once, and now it’s my turn to ensure she has a happy life.
I remind myself of this truth daily, but the pain remains. Each photo of Mia and Bella that pops up in my memories stabs at my heart, reminding me of the love we shared. I miss those moments dearly.
Tomorrow marks a new chapter for us. Being a parent often means making sacrifices, and this is one I willingly make for my girls. Mia will attend daycare, and my mom will drive home with Bella. While Mia laughs and plays, Bella will run freely and enjoy life. I hope, in time, I will find my happiness again too.
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In summary, my experience of giving up my dog for my daughter was heart-wrenching yet necessary. The love for both my girls remains strong, and I am hopeful for a brighter future.