Our Boy Bailey
by Michelle Murta
Our Handsome Boy
Waiting for Bailey's arrival was the most exciting time of my life. Seeing him as a tiny puppy brought me such joy. Bringing him into our home, lit the place with pure love. He was a little ball of golden fur, romping around until he was exhausted, giving puppy kisses and making everyone smile.
Every year of his life brought so much love and joy into our home. He was my rock through some very trying times and would just lay next to me and let me hug, kiss, and pet him. Always loving, patient, gentle, warm...his deep brown eyes radiated pure Spirit. He loved his walks with his Daddy, loved going "bye-byes", riding in the car with his head out of the window, loved his "cookies" and all food!!! In Puppy Kindergarten he wanted everyone's treats and would do any command just to get one!
He would sit on his hind legs doing "handsome" and soak up the praise we gave him...always wanting us to be happy. His "spot" was on the sofa or love seat either curled in a big golden ball or splayed out like he owned the joint. Images of him "running and running" to me after a walk, romping in the snow, laying on his back with all four paws in the air and his "little teeth" showing-completely vulnerable to the world and love play in my head.
His passing came quick and we were so unprepared. Our hearts were broken. He would not want us to cry or grieve for too long because all he knew was Love, pure unconditional Love and bringing happiness and joy into our lives. Our hearts are beginning to heal because of his Love and we know that Spirit in those deep brown eyes is still all around us and within us.
To this day this house is his house.
Little Dog's Rhapsody in the Night by Mary Oliver
He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I'm awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent.
Tell me you love me, he says.
Tell me again.
Could there be a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over he gets to ask it.
I get to tell.
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