Fourteen years ago, my then almost 11-year-old son and my husband decided to go get pine needles for the yard while I was working. I am a nurse, so it was my late night to work, and we never used pine needles so it had to be a blessing that they went. Someone had put a male pup in a small cat cage at this particular establishment where they were getting the needles. He was scared, flea-infested, and stunk so badly. My son called me to see if he could bring the pup home and of course I said yes.
Once I got home he received a flea bath and was given the name Bailey. He turned out to be a handsome black lab with the kindest most gentle spirit about him. He lived to be 14 years young and was truly our best friend and companion. He slept with my son and then took to my bed until he got big and wanted his “ own bed”.
He passed last year in September and we have his ashes. I still miss him so much and I can still feel him here with me.
GREENVILLE, SC
