If you’re very lucky, you get that once in a lifetime soul dog, a dog who touches you in a way no other has. Little Belle was that dog for people across the globe. For those who don’t have a dog, she was theirs with every adventure. Those who lost their own soul dog, she filled a void. She related to each person in the way they needed. She saw so much, but without sight, she felt the caress of the breeze and the smell of flowers and the sea, but didn’t see them. Yet she tasted them, heard them, felt them on her skin. But most of all, she loved her Irene. That bond lasts longer than life, stronger than death, to infinity. As long as we remember Little Belle, she lives on. Sleep well little darling, your essence is in the flowers and the sea and on the breeze. Always loved, never forgotten ???