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