The clock struck midnight

The momma here:

The thing about being Cinderella's fairy godmomma is that you know eventually that clock is going to strike midnight and it's time for her to leave the ball. My sweet girl was already a senior and not in the best of shape when I first adopted her, so I knew she wasn't going to have as long as she deserved to dance at the ball. She made it 13 wonderful years (or so -- her age was very hard to estimate!), 4 as my baby girl. But unfortunately, her time came today, and Cinderella has gone to dance at the Rainbow Bridge.

Cinderella was my very first foster dog and convinced me that I could actually do this whole fostering business. I was thrilled to adopt her out to a wonderful family . . . and devastated when she was returned a year later. I promised her that I would find her the best family EVER because she deserved nothing less. It took her some time, but eventually Cinderella informed me in no uncertain terms that she had already found the best family and she wasn't going to be leaving us. I adopted my girl on October 4, 2010 and have loved her every day since. She gave the most delicate little kisses, worthy of a princess, and then made me laugh by rolling around in the grass with all four paws waving in the air. Everyone who met her adored her. The neighborhood kids would come running up to meet us when I walked the dogs together, and when age stopped her from walking as much, the kids all asked about "Mrs. Cinderella" and "Princess." She had a bellydancer outfit for Halloween, and she loved prancing around in that thing and wiggling so the coins would jingle more. Every night when I went to sleep, I'd stop first at her bed for "bedtime bellyrubs." She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest nature.

Good night, sweet girl. You will always be my Ella Bella. Thank you so much for choosing me to be your momma.