A little under a year ago, I met the Bells. At the time, she wasn't the Bells, in fact we didn't know her name. We didn't know much of her story, but we knew she needed a home. Bella was immediately dubbed the Stoner cus she had eye issues and looked as if she was on a permanent magical trip! Other nicknames were to follow: Rena, Bam Bam, Trainwreck, Beans, Freckle Face, Hells Bells... She was a character and a half; a trooper. She was lovely and fun-loving. She was an opportunist; stealthy watching you with your tea, cheese, pizza, etc. waiting for the right moment to strike and nab your snack! And she always had to be reassured that the oven wasn't holding a tasty morsel or 2. Just as you'd turn to tell her off, she'd look at you with those bloodshot eyes and that sad smile and just like that, the rant was over.
To me, she was Ma Bella Ami...the Bells. And she was my drinking buddy. Imagine my delight the first time I cracked open a Coors Light and she came running! She loved the sound of a top being popped and I loved nothing more than to indulge her. Our drinking sessions were temporarily suspended a while back because she was having some health issues. However, the temporary ban was lifted during the recent Christmas festivities and her and I partook in one of our favorite past-times. Me with a paper crown on my head and her with her bloodshot eyes, we toasted to the day when the ban would be permanently lifted. I gave her a kiss on her freckles and my cheek got a big wet one.
I will always be glad for that moment in time; it was to be our last drinking session...today, the bells toll for the Bells.
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