Just over a year ago we were here,  a most horrific time for all of us.  Lying in bed last night, listening as Ben tried to round up all the little ones in one room (he thinks they are his pack and he does not like them scattered) I was brought back to that night.  To be honest I had to check the calender to make sure how long it had been but I will never forget the events even though I don’t focus on the date – that’s bella’s job…

My bella has been through the wringer this past year and I am so proud of all she has endured and yet still is able to maintain that spirit that makes me so proud to call her Mine.  Her heart is doing well, boring even, the pacemaker is annoying still but she will get used to it.  Her cardio guy says she shouldn’t even notice it but she does, I find her tracing the area where it was installed, round and round with a fingertip, as if to reassure herself it’s still there.

Her diabetes is an up and down thing but for the most part she is in control.  Her insulin levels are way down which is a bonus on so many levels.  Insulin tends to make your body hold on to fat and she has worked really hard to stay in shap for Me that the five or ten pounds she fluctuates makes her crazy.

The muscle disorder has not reared its head for a bit and this is always good news.  She has residual weakness in her legs and her back is sore now and then but again, for the most part, she is doing well.

I look back on this past 12 months and I am in awe of the amazing circle of friends she has found here.  As you all know this is not an easy path that she walks as My girl and were it not for those of you she can come to for support and questions and yes, even some venting, I am not sure she would still be here.  Here as in this forum, living this life, I have no doubt she would still be with Me just living a very different life.  

Currently my pet is surrounded by little ones as they finish dying eggs, giggles abound and the smile on her face is priceless as she lifts up her head and meets My eyes across the room.  Bliss does not begin to describe it.

So thank you.  For holding her up, holding her hand, and even at times telling her to pull up her big girl panties and get over it.