Dog sees the spirit of his beloved owner Bella Heart.

Dog sees the spirit of his beloved owner Bella Heart.

 

The Spirit of Bella Heart and Blu the Husky Mix

Blu was no ordinary dog. With his thick coat of brown and white fur and piercing blue eyes, he stood out in the neighborhood. His Husky genes gave him the spirit of a wild wolf, but in his heart, he was gentle, loyal, and always by the side of his beloved owner, Bella Heart. Bella, with her flowing red hair, had found Blu as a puppy at a local shelter. From the moment their eyes met, a deep bond was forged, one that transcended the physical world in ways neither could have imagined.

Bella was everything to Blu. She had a calming energy that soothed his wild instincts, and in return, he offered her his unwavering loyalty. Together, they explored the world—long walks through the forest, lazy afternoons by the river, and cozy nights spent curled up on the couch. Bella would often talk to Blu as if he were human, sharing her dreams, her worries, and her love for the world. Blu listened, understanding more than Bella knew. His sensitive nature picked up on her emotions, and he was always there to comfort her in her moments of doubt.

But then, the world changed for Blu. One day, Bella didn't come home. The scent of her perfume, the sound of her voice, and the warmth of her touch disappeared from his life. He waited for her at the door, his tail wagging in anticipation every time he heard footsteps outside. But Bella never returned. Days turned into weeks, and Blu's heart ached with confusion and loneliness. Bella's friends visited, him and her parents but no one could fill the void she left behind.

It was on a quiet autumn night, several months after Bella’s passing, that Blu first felt her presence. The wind had been howling outside, the kind of night when Bella would have wrapped herself in a blanket and called Blu to sit beside her. Blu was lying by the window, his blue eyes scanning the darkness when a familiar scent filled the room—lavender and vanilla, Bella’s favorite. His ears perked up, and his tail gave a small wag.

And then, Blu saw her.

At first, it was just a flicker, a shimmering outline of the woman who had meant everything to him. Bella, with her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling softly. Her presence was gentle, almost transparent, but to Blu, she was as real as the day he met her. He leaped to his feet, barking excitedly, his tail wagging furiously.

But Bella made no sound. She only looked at him with those warm, familiar eyes, her smile never fading. Blu approached her, his nose twitching as he tried to catch her scent more clearly. Though she looked as beautiful as ever, there was something ethereal about her. Blu sensed it—Bella was no longer of this world, yet she was here, with him.

Every night after that, Bella’s spirit would visit Blu. She would appear in the same way, her red hair flowing like a soft breeze, and Blu would run to her, his heart racing with joy. Though she never spoke, her presence was enough to soothe the ache in his heart. Blu knew Bella had come back to him in the only way she could.

The more Bella visited, the more Blu noticed changes around the house. When he slept at night, he often felt a warm, ghostly hand resting gently on his fur, like Bella’s touch from the past. When he would walk through the house, he could sometimes hear the faint hum of Bella’s voice, singing a melody she used to sing to him during quiet evenings. Blu knew these weren’t mere memories—Bella’s spirit lingered, her love for him transcending the boundary between life and death.

One evening, as Blu lay by the window where they used to sit together, Bella appeared once more, but this time, something was different. Her smile was sadder, her form more transparent than usual. Blu sensed that her time in this world was coming to an end. She approached him, kneeling beside him just as she used to, her hand hovering inches above his fur. Blu nuzzled close, his eyes filled with longing, knowing deep in his heart that this would be her final visit.

Bella’s spirit leaned forward, her lips close to Blu’s ear. For the first time since she passed, Blu heard her soft voice, as gentle as the wind. "Thank you, Blu," she whispered. "For always being with me. You’ve made my soul lighter, and I’ll always watch over you."

Blu whimpered softly, his heart breaking and healing all at once. He wanted to stay in that moment forever, but he knew Bella had to go. As her form began to fade, Blu closed his eyes, feeling her presence wrap around him one last time. The room grew still, and when Blu opened his eyes, she was gone.

Though Bella’s spirit no longer visited, Blu knew she hadn’t left him completely. He could still feel her love, her warmth, in the house they had shared. And whenever he sat by the window, staring out into the world they once explored together, he felt at peace, knowing Bella’s spirit would always be with him, watching over him from beyond the veil.


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