My family adopted Bailey from the local humane society when I was 16. He was a furry little mixture of Keeshond and German Shepherd. I'll never forget him growing up, driving him around in my car, walking to the lake with him so he could run around in the grass and sand. When it would snow, he'd run outside and bury his face in it so that he'd have snow all over the top of his nose. He was always a protector of our family, always keeping us alert of anything and everything that moved outside. He would give me high-fives and kisses.
Bailey was a beautiful dog with a very loving personality. He was 13 years old when he passed on Monday night. His stomach flipped and my father had to have him put to sleep. He had him cremated and has received his ashes back tonight and is now in the process of building an urn for him. The past few days have been the roughest that I can remember. His death has hit me harder than anyone I've ever lost. I miss him dearly, and I hope to see him and hug him again someday.
You're in my heart forever, my friend. The feelings of sadness that I have will fade over time, but the love I feel will never go. My memories of you are amazing and special, and I'll take them with me through life, and I'll always smile when I look back on our time together.
Goodbye, Bailey.