Roaming Frames

In the quiet hours of dawn, before the world awakens, Bella stirs at the sound of my alarm. At eleven and a half years old, she’s no longer a spry puppy, but her dedication remains unwavering. From the moment I open my eyes, Bella is there, a loyal shadow that follows me through every step of my morning routine.

As I head to the restroom, she pads softly behind me, her presence a comforting constant. While I dress for work, she waits patiently, her eyes never leaving me. Descending the stairs into the kitchen, Bella is right by my side, her tail gently wagging, anticipating the start of a new day together.

In the kitchen, as I prepare breakfast, Bella sits nearby, watching my every move with those wise, loving eyes. Her company turns a mundane task into a cherished moment. She stays close as I put on my shoes, ready to see me off, yet knowing our separation is temporary.

When I leave for work, Bella’s faithful eyes follow me out the door, a silent promise that she’ll be there when I return. And true to her word, as soon as I walk back in, Bella is there to greet me. Her tail wags with joy, and she showers me with all the love she can muster, as if no time had passed at all.

Bella’s companionship is a gift, her presence a constant source of comfort and joy. She is more than just a dog; she is my shadow, my confidant, and the best friend anyone could ask for. Through every moment of the day, Bella’s loyalty and love remind me of the simple, profound beauty of our bond. She truly is the best dog ever.