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This is for my friend's dog. I don't have permission to name my friend or her dog online, so I'll just call the dog "Belle", because of how beautiful she was.
Her beauty wasn't physical. She was a rescue dog, a big mutt that stood as high as your knee, some combination of bulldog with short brown fur and a wrinkled face. She had a barrel-shaped body and a short little head, and she was prone to skin problems and allergies. She was completely blind. But she loved my friend and her son unconditionally. And so, she was a beautiful dog.
Belle died at the age of ten. She had been having health problems for a while, and one day in the vet's office she had a heart attack and died instantly.
Belle's owner works at my college, helping disabled students find jobs. She's helped me a good deal over the time I've been there. She sees disabled students as she sees any other people--just people who have dreams and goals. And so Belle was just another dog, a loved part of a family. Her blindness never changed much. You just had to tell her you were there, and she trusted you. She was loved and she loved her family. She loved to feel the sun from the window and she never minded being taken to the vet's so much. She was a calm, trusting sort of dog, and she was happy.
I felt like I had to leave a tribute to her somewhere, because even though I only met her a few times, her owner and I talked about her sometimes, and so I feel like I knew her at least a little. She'll be missed.
Her beauty wasn't physical. She was a rescue dog, a big mutt that stood as high as your knee, some combination of bulldog with short brown fur and a wrinkled face. She had a barrel-shaped body and a short little head, and she was prone to skin problems and allergies. She was completely blind. But she loved my friend and her son unconditionally. And so, she was a beautiful dog.
Belle died at the age of ten. She had been having health problems for a while, and one day in the vet's office she had a heart attack and died instantly.
Belle's owner works at my college, helping disabled students find jobs. She's helped me a good deal over the time I've been there. She sees disabled students as she sees any other people--just people who have dreams and goals. And so Belle was just another dog, a loved part of a family. Her blindness never changed much. You just had to tell her you were there, and she trusted you. She was loved and she loved her family. She loved to feel the sun from the window and she never minded being taken to the vet's so much. She was a calm, trusting sort of dog, and she was happy.
I felt like I had to leave a tribute to her somewhere, because even though I only met her a few times, her owner and I talked about her sometimes, and so I feel like I knew her at least a little. She'll be missed.