Last Edited: Oct 14, 2008 8:47 AM
Bailey was the first dog I’ve ever had. After years of searching
for the perfect companion, I found her. Seeing a picture of her at 10 days
old, I knew she was the perfect dog for me. I wasn’t prepared for the
overwhelming love I would feel for her when I picked her up to bring her
home. I fell in love with her. She became my protector, my
comedian, and my best friend. She filled an emptiness in my heart like
no human ever could. She loved me with all her heart each and every day,
and never judged me. I could come home from a bad day at work and she
would listen to every word I said, and without fail, lick all the tears
away. She was the perfect dog, and I feel so honored I was able to be her
mom. Her life was cut way too short. Officially diagnosed at WSU
with an inoperable heart murmur, she died three weeks later on 5/23/2007.
I miss her terribly. She loved to go for walks at the college, rides
in the truck, and just being with her people. She knew where I hid her
favorite bacon treats, and would smile when I gave her one.
Bailey—I miss your puggie snort, your beautiful face and your velvet ears.
I miss telling you about my day, watching you run in the grass and play with
your toys. I miss the way you made me laugh, and the way you snuggled
up when we watched T.V. I guess I just miss my best friend. I