smoke king
Sous Chef
I know that there are more important things in the world. But right before the fourth of July, my best friend, my little Jack Russell terrier, Bailey, took ill. We didn't think too much about it, but when we took her to the vet, we were informed that her Kidneys were severely failing, and we needed to discuss euthanasia.
We cancelled all of our holiday plans, and spent the the entire week with her-playing & swimming with her (when she was able) and loving and comforting her when she was not.
Within a week, her sickness had progressed to the point where we had to let her go. If I live to be a thousand, I will never forget that horrible day, and I relive it every morning, afternoon and night. After 6 weeks, I still cry every day. Everything reminds me of her, and I still find myself looking for her, hearing her tags jingle and so on, even though I know shes gone. For the life of me, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I hate to admit it, but I've had people close to me die and I didn't react this way. She was barely 4 years old and it seems so unfair.
I'm posting this thread as a memorial-to my best friend, my constant companion-a little dog that brought so much joy to my life. who never judged me and who always loved me unconditionally no matter what. My hope is that this post will travel the world and she will be on the mind of everyone who reads it, if only for a brief moment.
Thanks to all of you for allowing me the opportunity to honor my best friend.
We cancelled all of our holiday plans, and spent the the entire week with her-playing & swimming with her (when she was able) and loving and comforting her when she was not.
Within a week, her sickness had progressed to the point where we had to let her go. If I live to be a thousand, I will never forget that horrible day, and I relive it every morning, afternoon and night. After 6 weeks, I still cry every day. Everything reminds me of her, and I still find myself looking for her, hearing her tags jingle and so on, even though I know shes gone. For the life of me, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I hate to admit it, but I've had people close to me die and I didn't react this way. She was barely 4 years old and it seems so unfair.
I'm posting this thread as a memorial-to my best friend, my constant companion-a little dog that brought so much joy to my life. who never judged me and who always loved me unconditionally no matter what. My hope is that this post will travel the world and she will be on the mind of everyone who reads it, if only for a brief moment.
Thanks to all of you for allowing me the opportunity to honor my best friend.