Bye Doggy

I don’t feel like writing much of a post today. Today Mr. Pilver’s dog, Bailey, was put down.  Bailey lived to be fourteen years old and had been having a hard time walking for quite some time.  She took a fall around Christmas and within a few days couldn’t even stand up.  Bailey may have not been the best dog in the world, but she was easily the best dog I have ever met, a dream of a pet.

We buried her in the flower bed, where she loved to lay in the summer because the dirt was cold from being watered.  Mr. P. added a plate of table scraps, a stick, and one of her toys before sprinkling some of his mother’s ashes (She passed away in 2005 and was the one who him Bailey).

When I moved out to Washington to marry Mr. P., Bailey was quite upset that her place in the bed was taken.  And for some time, we had to share the other side of the bed.  She always snuggled for a few minutes, grew too hot for the blankets, and resumed her spot on the colder floor.  I’m lucky to have a husband who loves me so much, but I was happy to share the top spot in his heart with Bailey.  Actually, I think he loved her more, she was that good.

Bailey 1997-2012

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4 Responses to Bye Doggy

  1. Daniel Holly says:

    Sorry for your loss KB, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my Bo. It’s amazing how much of a place in your life pets can take up. We had to put my dad’s dog down this past October and it was incredibly difficult to do. At least you know she had a good life while you had her though.

  2. I am so sorry for your loss, and that of the whole Pilver family. Losing a beloved pet is hard, harder when perhaps you love your pet as much as Mr. P. loved Bailey. I know. I loved my Freya possibly more than I love Bad Pants. (I always feel like I’m a bad person somehow for saying that, so hearing how much Mr. P. loved Bailey helps me too).

    You have done right by her. And it sounds like Bailey had a long, wonderful, love-filled life. I don’t think a dog can ask for more than that.

  3. Amy says:

    This reminds me so much of how it was with Rob’s dog when we met. The night he died is the only time I’ve ever seen Rob cry. A good black doggy is a single man’s best friend. I feel for you both.

  4. Bad Pants says:

    Aww, that sucks. I’m sorry. A very nice remembrance of a pet.

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