Three weeks ago today we had to say goodbye to our original Stella Shopper, Stella. I’ve been quiet on the blog about it because to be honest, I’ve been too sad to know what to really say. She had an aggressive cancer and we did everything we could to keep her comfortable in those few short months that she was sick. While my husband and I and Mingus are still devastated over the loss, I don’t want this post to be about that.
Stella was the queen. She was most definitely the one in charge. The hierarchy in our house went Don, Stella and then it was a toss up between Mingus and me. Mingus tried to take charge, but he never had a chance.
She was bossy. That pooch could sass you like I’ve never seen a dog do before. She had swagger when she walked. She could stare you down with those big brown eyes so intensely that I was pretty sure she was trying to mind-meld me. She could love you literally with her entire body. She would throw herself on you and lick your entire face from ear to ear. She had so much love to give. Every night she'd give me a smooch, give Don a smooch and then crawl under the covers.
All of those traits are what made Mizzie and me name the blog after her six years ago. I remember the moment she walked into our living room with those little hips swinging and her sparkly pink collar from Lucky Pup. Mizzie said, “What if we call the blog Stella?” And that’s how it happened. Over the course of the years, it really did become just as much her blog as mine. Even though she really wanted to go bed when Don and Mingus went upstairs, she would always stay with me until I was finished for the night. There would be some heavy sighs. There would be the occasional jumping off the couch to stare me down and bark at me, but in the end, she always stayed with me. It’s why I say I was the Lois Griffin to her Stewie. I knew in that little head of hers she was probably figuring out a way to kill me off so she could go to sleep earlier.