In the fall of 2013 my dog Bailey was put down. She was at my mom's house and one weekend she just stopped drinking water and wouldn't eat her food. When my mom called me and told me the news, I just knew it wasn't good. On the following Monday my mom and stepdad took her into the vet, I came and stayed with her for a few hours. We had blood work done and it took an hour to get the results. The results showed she had cancer in her kidneys and liver. We all knew Bailey was 13 and a half years old (around 95 in doggy years) and didn't have a good chance surviving the surgery. This visit that turned into trying to fix my dog quickly turned into saying goodbye, It was really difficult for me to say goodbye to her.
When I was in high school and was having bad days from being bullied etc she was always there. She was just filled with love and was an all around amazing dog. She had her quirks though. When you give Bailey a piece of your sandwich or something she will eat the first couple bites then she would run off and hide it somewhere, often it was in bins of clothes etc. Every now and then we would find crusted pieces of bread somewhere. I don't recall her biting a person out of anger. I did this experiment. I was watching tv and had my friends come into my house through a window with ski-masks and I heard her bark a little and I was like, wait what's going on.. I walk into my room where my friend's came in and there she was, Bailey, on her back with my friends giving her belly rubs. At least I knew if someone broke in, she would at least bark for a second.. Gawl! She was a good dog. I often talk about her because of how well behaved she was and how much she means to me. She had this thing about you throwing her toy down the stairs and she would run down and get it and this would go on for a couple hours. She would never get tired of it, she loved it so much. Well when her last year she was old. She had a hard time going up the stairs and going down and often would fall down them. It was really hard to see her struggle. When I visited my mom's house I often carried her where she needed to go so I wouldn't have to see her plop down onto the floor.
You may be asking, "well isn't Bailey the family pet and how did she and I become so close?" The answer is yes she was the family dog. I like to think that we were close from the day we got her. We went to Indiana to pick her up from the breeder when we lived back in Alabama and on the way back, we had this conversion van and I was lying on the floor in between the captain seats and Bailey was on my chest sleeping. We ended up having her be put in my room a lot of the time. Mostly because I would let her sleep on the pillow next to mine, and we became roommates. You know, a lot of people think a dog is just a dog and they don't deserve a purpose but I promise you that isn't the case. A dog will bring joy on the bad days, and will make you angry when they get into the trash (she was notorious for that). But really though it teaches us how to truly care for something that is so temporary. It teaches us responsibility, how to care and to love unconditionally, and when the time comes, it teaches us how about death and how to cope with a loss of something that was so dear to us (unless you experienced it with a family member or someone close to you already).
I often hear people say, "I will never get another dog, putting mine down was too hard", I just can't help shaking my head and being that's the wrong way to look at it. I think getting another dog or pet after losing the one is honoring them. You see animals being mistreated all the time and what better way of helping them by bringing them into your home and caring for them and putting them in a better situation that they were in prior. I know Bailey can never be replaced, but she can be honored by caring for another dog and loving it as I did her. I miss my dog dearly, she was my best friend from the time I was 15 til I was 28. I think about her all the time. Well this one is for you Bailey. Thank you for the good memories and for being such a wonderful dog and for being my dog. Until we meet again my friend. Love you!
When I was in high school and was having bad days from being bullied etc she was always there. She was just filled with love and was an all around amazing dog. She had her quirks though. When you give Bailey a piece of your sandwich or something she will eat the first couple bites then she would run off and hide it somewhere, often it was in bins of clothes etc. Every now and then we would find crusted pieces of bread somewhere. I don't recall her biting a person out of anger. I did this experiment. I was watching tv and had my friends come into my house through a window with ski-masks and I heard her bark a little and I was like, wait what's going on.. I walk into my room where my friend's came in and there she was, Bailey, on her back with my friends giving her belly rubs. At least I knew if someone broke in, she would at least bark for a second.. Gawl! She was a good dog. I often talk about her because of how well behaved she was and how much she means to me. She had this thing about you throwing her toy down the stairs and she would run down and get it and this would go on for a couple hours. She would never get tired of it, she loved it so much. Well when her last year she was old. She had a hard time going up the stairs and going down and often would fall down them. It was really hard to see her struggle. When I visited my mom's house I often carried her where she needed to go so I wouldn't have to see her plop down onto the floor.
You may be asking, "well isn't Bailey the family pet and how did she and I become so close?" The answer is yes she was the family dog. I like to think that we were close from the day we got her. We went to Indiana to pick her up from the breeder when we lived back in Alabama and on the way back, we had this conversion van and I was lying on the floor in between the captain seats and Bailey was on my chest sleeping. We ended up having her be put in my room a lot of the time. Mostly because I would let her sleep on the pillow next to mine, and we became roommates. You know, a lot of people think a dog is just a dog and they don't deserve a purpose but I promise you that isn't the case. A dog will bring joy on the bad days, and will make you angry when they get into the trash (she was notorious for that). But really though it teaches us how to truly care for something that is so temporary. It teaches us responsibility, how to care and to love unconditionally, and when the time comes, it teaches us how about death and how to cope with a loss of something that was so dear to us (unless you experienced it with a family member or someone close to you already).
I often hear people say, "I will never get another dog, putting mine down was too hard", I just can't help shaking my head and being that's the wrong way to look at it. I think getting another dog or pet after losing the one is honoring them. You see animals being mistreated all the time and what better way of helping them by bringing them into your home and caring for them and putting them in a better situation that they were in prior. I know Bailey can never be replaced, but she can be honored by caring for another dog and loving it as I did her. I miss my dog dearly, she was my best friend from the time I was 15 til I was 28. I think about her all the time. Well this one is for you Bailey. Thank you for the good memories and for being such a wonderful dog and for being my dog. Until we meet again my friend. Love you!