When I lost Bella, I knew that I would get a tattoo in her memory. I didn’t get it immediately because I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted it to look like.

On the morning we should have celebrated her 12th birthday, I was looking at some photos of her and realised how much I missed her soft ears.

How I missed their expressiveness. How I missed the velvet softness of them. How I missed nuzzling into the top of her head and rubbing their glorious softness on my cheeks.

I knew then that I had my tattoo. Later that day I went to our local {vegan} tattoo parlour armed with photos of her ears.

The tattoo is on the inside of my right wrist. I look at it often. I touch it and imagine the feel of her ears.

I love it. I love her. I miss her. I’m glad now that we will be together for always.