Dogs Surely Go to Heaven… “Stella” The Beach Girl…

Stella’s favorite running beach… with pal, Mike
A heavenly spot…

Stella showed me true friendship, unconditional love. She always gave me that extra hug when I needed it the most…

We were together alone with our dreams on this special beach made for us, just the two of us…

We felt free from a world seemed lost from God’s view of love. Nature’s love is true love.

The cool sea breeze and sounds of waves breaking near the shore felt like heaven, together as best pals. Together, just the two of us…

Our senses exploded like a beautiful symphony performing just for us on Carmel Beach. We looked over the Rainbow Bridge to see Heaven was made for Stella and me too…

Just the two of us strolled up and down the beach watching the birds. Stella chased the birds back and forth, up and down the beach…

Sometimes Stella would swim out to sea through the waves. I think Stella believed she could fly like birds. I believe we were flying together with sea birds, just the two of us…

Stella would stop and look back at me with that big happy smile. We were in heaven, just the two of us…

With a bark and happy smile, she raced back to me for a warm pet on her smooth furry head and a hug. I loved Stella. I know she loved me too…

Sometimes Stella wouldn’t come to me when I called. I would turn my back on her and walk away. Suddenly, there she was jumping and bouncing around me. We were happy to be together, just the two of us…

Stella loved digging in the sand. She loved looking for things that moved. I loved to see her run in the surf yipping away at the birds…

Stella made friends where ever we went. Around the Marina. I was known as the guy with the cute dog. No one knew my name but all knew Stella’s.

Stella made everyone happy.
That could have been her name, “Happy Girl,” I would say with a happy smile…

“Time to go back home Beach Girl,” I would say. “Time to go up the trail, Stella!” She always knew the beach she so loved would be there tomorrow

So, we headed back up the trail together, just the two of us. “We’ll come back tomorrow, Stella, my Beach Girl.”

“For there will always be a tomorrow, my Beach Girl…” I thought this with deep love in my heart and soul…

Stella lives each and every day in my heart and soul “Meet you at the crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, dear furry friend forever.” I would say this each and every time on the way home…

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A tribute to my old pal, Mike Glenn and his “Beach Girl,” Stella. Both love the beach, sand, and sea birds even more than me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Depoe Bay, Oregon

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