This is the door leading to my mom’s room. We had just come downstairs ourselves and I sat on the couch to search social media. I heard the click of the brake on my mom’s walker so I knew she was up and moving around.
Bella, my Neapolitan Mastiff, must have heard the click as well because all of a sudden I heard the thump thump thump of her tail hitting my hardwood floor. She gets so excited when my mom is around. When my mom comes out first thing in the morning Bella does a polite excitement. I love it. Her whole body will wiggle, she spins a little. She’ll mouth my mom’s hand (which is on the walker) softly until my mom says “no”. She never pushes her or jumps on her like she sometimes does to greet others. It’s as if she knows she cannot handle it. Once my mom is seated, Bella will be right in front of her, tail wagging. My mom will pat her on the head, say “I love ya Bella” and then sometimes the whole interaction is over. Bella goes on her way. I don’t even think my mom has realized this daily ritual between the two.
It’s not just the mornings. Bella will greet her with a toy if my mom has gone into her room to use the restroom. Bella will wait until she’s seated and bring a toy, usually a long stuffed animal or her long rope toy. My mom will take it and, with her arthritic hands and shoulders, attempt to throw it. It never goes very far but Bella doesn’t care. She’ll jump like she’s getting ready for a major sprint and pounce on it, grab it, and bring it back. It only lasts one or two throws and then Bella, content, will walk away with it and lay on the ottoman. It never ends that quickly when I’m throwing it for her!
So here we are. My mom will be out soon. Bella is waiting patiently for her. She has moved from being over by me to taking the spot in front of the door. She will be the first one to say good morning!
With Bella’s size, she doesn’t get to interact with my mom as much as Zipper does. Zipper is small, he can jump up next to her. Bella has found her own way to share time with my mom. She has found her own way to work into her heart. The love of an animal knows no age or disability.
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