A face we miss: Bella the Great Dane
I miss seeing this old girl at the park — a Great Dane named Bella, who I just recently heard died a couple of weeks ago.
Bella was a familiar white face at Riverside Park, where every once in a while, after standing still as a statue for minutes on end, she’d briefly break into that thundering trademark Great Dane gallop.
Mostly though, she watched the younger dogs, or found a human to lean on — frequently, ever since the time I gave her a treat or two, me.
I liked to think the two of us, neither being youngsters anymore, shared a special bond. Maybe it was just the treats.
Either way, I still miss the old girl.