Walking in the door is the hardest part.
She used to be there.
Bailey, our black lab, passed away this morning.
Her seizures started Saturday night and never ended. The vet said it was probably a brain tumor. She wouldn’t have gotten better.
We were able to say goodbye to her as a family. Emma wrote her a book and we each signed the back.
Scott was by Bailey’s side when she passed away. The book stayed under Bailey’s paw. I held my two daughter’s in the waiting room. Emma was in hysterics, begging someone to save her dog. I was helpless. I could only tell her that Bailey wouldn’t hurt anymore but in my head, I was in hysterics too.
Scott will pick up Bailey’s ashes along with the ashes from Emma’s book later this week. He will let her go into the wind of a field in a small town, named Norton, Kansas. It was Bailey’s happy place.
That’s all I can tell you right now. We lost a family member today. I can’t write when I’m upset.
We’ll look for you in the sky, Bailey. You can fly now. Go chase those birds. You’re still the best one.