BAILEY (my forever angel)

German Shepherd/Labrador Retriever
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Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Bailey-Girl, Bailey-Buluga, Bailey-Wags, Bails, Sweetie-Girl. Now she's "Angel Bailey"

Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

August 1st 1991

She LOVED her Mommy! Bailey loved tennis balls and was never without one. She loved to chew things she wasn't supposed to and she loved playing in any type of water: puddles, sprinklers, pools, ocean, rivers, toilet, water bowl...

Being without a tennis ball.

Favorite Toy:
What else... tennis balls or racquetballs, but she preferred tennis balls so she could chew the fuzz off- she loved doing that!

Favorite Food:
I used to let her lick half my vanilla ice cream cone, Bailey loved ice cream.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere I took her, which was everywhere. Bailey had even sailed to the Bahamas and up and down the Eastern Seaboard.

Best Tricks:
Bailey learned a lot of great tricks because she was so obedient, but I think her best one was diving in and retrieving a waterball from the bottom of the shallow end of the pool.

Arrival Story:
I went to the Humane Society to drop off some old towels and blankets as I usually do when I have them but I never go inside because I wasn't in the "right place" for a pet at the time. For some reason I was compelled to go in a take a peek at the puppies I could see from the fence. Once I came thru the office to go out to the kennels, one of the workers was bottle feeding this tiny puppy. I asked about the puppy and they told me the rest of the litter didn't make it (Momma dog had been abused and neglected so the puppies were starved and dehydrated) and this pup wasn't expected to make it either. The worker stated they were thinking of putting it down because they didn't have the man power to take care of it unless they found a foster home. Say no more... I took her right then and there and fostered her until she was old enough that I could adopt her.

Bailey was my heart. She was that special kind of dog that only comes into your life once and you're never ever the same. They say everyone in life has experienced a "soul mate" lover, family member and friend at some point in their lives. I think a pet should be added to that list as she was my "soul mate". I've had many dogs, and I currently have 5 now. I've loved all of them, but I had a special bond with my Bailey girl! Painfully I lost her 8/28/04, she had turned 13 years old 3 weeks prior. September 03 she was diagnosed with a rapidly growing brain tumor and was expected to live only another few weeks. I took her to an herbologist who helped Bailey live a painfree, happy, vibrant, full life for almost a year after diagnosis. Ultimately, she had a stroke (probably from the tumor) and I had to have her put to sleep. I loved that dog more than life itself and I miss her more than words can say. She was an angel on earth and now she's an angel in heaven.

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The Journey

October 16th 2008 1:25 pm
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When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.

Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.

Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own, each day a gift from God.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewier toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit, all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together."

Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be. The one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.

A pet's time on earth is far too short, especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy now wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle gone to gray.

Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead, young and whole once more. "God speed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.

And bless their souls for sharing their lives with us... and adding so much to our very existence.



July 26th 2007 8:27 am
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Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our
friends the animals,
especially for animals who are suffering;
for any that are hunted or lost or
deserted or frightened or hungry;
for all that must be put to death.

We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them we ask a
heart of compassion and gentle hands and
kindly words. Make us, ourselves, to be true
friends to animals and so to share the blessings
of the merciful.

--- Albert Schweitzer ---



July 26th 2007 8:17 am
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery winds blow,
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no
food to offer, he will lick the sores
and wounds that come in encounter with
the roughness of the world. He guards
the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
were a prince.

When all other friends desert,
he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in
his love as the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.

-From a speech given by
Former Senator George Graham Vest
of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he
was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
a man who had killed the dog of his
client. -- He won the case.

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