Seven Years

If you don’t already know the story, please feel free to read this first :  Losing Bailey.

He loved me when I couldn’t love myself.

Today makes seven years since I sat on a cold floor and said goodbye to my best friend Bailey.  I re-read my post from 2010 a few minutes ago, thinking I would be able to handle it better.  I’m not.  I know they say time heals all wounds, but this one hasn’t healed.  I miss Bailey as much today as I did then.  I guess that the hurt has lessened somewhat, but not enough.  Not nearly enough.  I would give anything to have Bailey back and yet … that would mean I wouldn’t have Sam.  I can’t regret adopting Sam because he’s a light in my darkness — and he needs me.  He and Lucy give me a reason to keep trying.

Maybe things happened the way they were meant to, I don’t know.  But I’ve had a candle lit all day in honor of Bailey and I made a donation in his name to the shelter I adopted him from.  It seems like so little compared to all that he gave me but I’m trying.  I need him to know that I will never forget him.

I still love you, Bailey.  Always and forever.

10 thoughts on “Seven Years

    1. I agree. And even knowing how it would end, I would adopt him over and over and over again. He was — is — worth every bit of pain because of the love and joy he brought me. (And I hope that I brought him.) thank you!! ♥

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