Most people think of their dogs as their babies. For me, I was Bailey's baby. His intention every moment we spent together was to bring me joy, to remind me to be happy. He never tolerated my negative emotions. If I cried, he'd try to comfort me. if that didn't work, he'd go to the next person in the room and with great effort, try to get them to calm me down. He was completely in touch with my emotions and always tried to guide me towards feeling better. And it was very easy to feel good around Bailey. He had an energy that was so big and so full of love.
They say the last stage of grief is acceptance. I just don't know how I could possibly get past not wanting him back and accept the fact that he's gone. People say it's day by day - but for me it's been moment to moment. Getting through this and being happy again feels so impossible, but at the same time, being happy is the only thing that Bailey ever wanted from me, so there has to be a way, I guess. I just can't help but feel like every day of the rest of my life will be a little less happy because Bailey won't be there.
I love and cherish every single moment we had together and I will miss him every minute of every day.