So, I never really bothered to talk about it here or pretty much anywhere, but I feel it's about time I did so...

It's been a few months now since Bailey passed away. She was put down on the 3rd of December last year, but I wouldn't find out until New Years Eve while at a friend's house. As you can expect, I was emotionally torn and couldn't control my tears. Most of my friends were there to comfort me, which only helped me a little bit. As the days would press on, I would continue to feel a strong sinking feeling in me that I was alone...

Since I was 14, Bailey was sort of a partner to help me coop with the world. With her around, I was always happy and didn't really care what happened that day because I would go and visit her in the end. It seemed like she always understood what was going on in my life and she knew that she could make things better for me. It was like this through all the years she was with me. When ever I was down, she would always come over and lay with me. Just looking into her eyes was enough to relax my nerves and bring me to a state of tranquility.

As the years progressed, I knew it would only be a matter of time before she would pass. But I always had hope that she would make it one more year, which seemed to work for the most part. She made it to 16 years, which I can at least be thankful for. There were so many different ways she could have passed, but I'm glad she made it a full life before going. Knowing her in these past six years is probably the best I could ever hope for.

...And I at least have some memories and pictures of her to look upon and smile. But at the same time, it only further reminds me of the spot in my heart that she once filled. Even now, I still really miss her and that sparkle she always had in her eyes.