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Last year a user of reddit posted a very sweet and touching story about his Australian Shepherd doggy named Bella who visited his dying wife for the last time.
The user, “Mellifluous_Username“, was trying to fulfill his wife’s dying wishes to see and to love on their dog Bella in order to simply say bye to her.

It’s not of any surprise that not every hospital allows pets inside, but yes, some dogs are allowed inside of certain hospitals, but they are service dogs that are there to make patients feel better by lifting their spirits up.
Bella who is a 50 pounder is not a size that you can sneak into a purse or hide inside of your jacket, no this is a size that would require something more creative.
Luckily, Bella’s daddy thought of one, a standard sized suitcase!
Why? This is because that’s what she fit in that would make sense when he showed up at the hospital in order to see her mom.
Mellifluous says that when he walked into the hospital he told the nurses that, it’s something that would make his wife more comfy.
He wasn’t lying since it was her baby girl coming to see mommy.
This is Mellifluous touching story written in his own words:
“My wife was in the hospital after a very invasive surgery, which after a few days, looked like it did not produce ideal results. The prognosis was not good. 
She was able to speak, but was not eating or drinking, and relied completely on her IV and hard pain pills. In one rare instance cogent speech, she convinced me to sneak our dog into her private room, so she could see her “one more time.”
 
Our dog Bella, is about a 50 pound Australian Shepherd, and as it turns out, she fits nicely in a normal suitcase. I packed her in, with the lid unzipped and placed her in the car until we arrived at the hospital. When we arrived, I “explained” to her that I would open the zipper in a few minutes and that she could see her Mommy. 
 
Unbelievably, she never whimpered, barked, or whined. When I walked past the station nurses, I told them I was simply bringing times to make my wife more comfortable. No problem, they said. 
 
When we entered the room, my wife was asleep. I unzipped the suitcase, and Bella immediately jumped on the bed, and gingerly laid across her chest, somehow avoiding the wires and IV. She positioned herself to where she could look directly into my wife’s eyes, and laid completely still, until about twenty minutes later, when my wife woke up, and started moaning in pain. 
 
Bella immediately started licking her, and quietly moaned, as if knowing that bark would definitely blow our cover. My wife hugged her for almost an hour, smiling the whole time. We were busted by one nurse who was so touched that she promised not to tell. When my wife finally went back to sleep, I loaded Bella back in the suitcase, and she somewhat sheepishly obliged. 
My wife sadly passed a few days later, and now, whenever I grab the suitcase, (any suitcase) Bella thinks we are going to see her again.”