WOW PET ANGEL

A Tribute to Jesse Bell... Our Teacher

I visited the Welland Humane Society often at that time to pet the animals they have there.

As I walked along the pens with the dogs, I listened. They were all barking, save one. Not quite a puppy and not yet a dog, this young one sat silent and staring at me intently. I asked if I could take him out for a walk. It was instant love. I knew I was taking him home. I hadn’t intended on it that day.

As I was waiting for the paperwork, I sat on the floor and asked this young one what his name was, he looked at me and the name Jesse floated into my mind. So became my life with Jesse.

Jesse taught me many things:

Patience. He was not easy to house train. I often said he trained me and not the other way around. He wouldn’t go to the door and bark to go out. He

would sit in front of me and had this look that meant you have about 45 seconds to let him out or clean up a mess.

As he got older, he added a little chuff (much like a lion’s chuff) to the look to tell me he needed to go out.

Love. Growing up on a farm, I had many pets over the years I lived there but Jesse taught me what love truly means. It means give and take, tears of joy, giving up to provide for the ones you love, and compassion when the time came to help him pass over.

Trust. We trusted each other. When my son came along, Jesse would hear him and keep him away from anything that could hurt him.

I later discovered he was partly Australian Kelpie and the herding came naturally to him. I trusted him with my son. My son could crawl all over Jesse, pull his ears, and Jesse would let him.

Jesse meant and still means the world to me. He was so loving. He saw me through so much. He absorbed so many tears and so much love and gave so much love in return. It seemed like he always knew exactly what I needed

I miss my Jesse every day. He was such a big part of my life. When the time came to help him cross over, the loving Vet helped me to decide to have him cremated and his ashes in-terned into a decorative stone for my garden. When it was time to collect the stone, I asked my son to help decide where to put the stone in the garden. He looked at me and said, “Jes-se can’t be out there. He was afraid of the dark, remember?” Yes, our Jesse was afraid of the dark. So, we decided on a place on the landing up to the second floor of our home since that was Jesse’s favorite place to rest.

Submitted by: Jenn Bell

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