Life after Bella

The past 8 months have been challenging for me, not only did I get very ill, I had to deal with the grief of losing Bella and then adjust to this new world I find myself in. The life I had and enjoyed so much has now all gone, I am left with the memories we made together and all those little things that we would both do that made us smile. Living with her was the most wonderful thing I have ever done, we each had our own thing to do and we did that.

A lot of the housework was done by me, with a few exceptions which Bella had to do as it had to be done her way. I made sure she was looked after and taken care of, even as an anorexic I managed to deal with doing the cooking for us and with her there as support I didn’t have any issues with that.

We even managed to make the most of lockdown and keep each other entertained being inside just the two of us. Plans were made and the wheels for them set in motion, we had our future planned out down to the little things. Life was in a very good and happy place and we could see it improving.

Then the worst happened and things all changed. The first 4 months I don’t recall a lot of it, I have memories of certain things but they are sketchy at most. The rest of that time is just a blank for me, all I know is I got very ill and put myself in hospital and worried a lot of people.