… for my dog Bailey.

She’s currently asleep on the couch next to me, snoring and farting in my general direction, but I love her anyways.

I almost gave her up. I got her 2 weeks after my first dog died suddenly. (I got my first major puffy wrinkle under my eye from crying about Cooper’s death.) I thought I could handle having another dog, and then I proceeded to cry whenever I interacted with Bailey.

So after a week I thought, oh well, this isn’t working, back to the rescue with her for a much better home. But then I got a text from the doggie sitter (it was her first day there) that Bailey was howling for me.

Oh, hell. She bonded with me and I hadn’t noticed.

So I kept her. If she hadn’t cared for me, then I would have given her up. But she bonded. Hard. The fact that I simply gave Bailey a quiet, relaxing, peaceful, non-abusive home (even if I cried around her) was apparently paradise for her. After awhile I reciprocated the bond.

I’ll always miss Cooper. But I love Bailey.