I've created this website to honor and celebrate my dog Bailey's life and all that she meant to me.  When Bailey was alive, we often organized fundraisers to help other pets live happy lives.  The funds donated here will be used to provide spaying surgeries and vaccinations to the thousands of pets in the San Antonio area whose owners have been hit hard by the economy and are having a hard time providing for their animals.

Bailey was herself a victim of abandonment, and every day she showed her gratitude and loyalty in her unwavering devotion to me.  She always wanted to know where I was in the house, and would even check on me in the shower to make sure everything was okay.  She hated being left alone, and I wish now that I had spent more time with her near the end.

I remember her barking at meal time to hurry me up, and running around like a puppy after her baths.  I remember how she would let me hold her like a baby, completely trusting in my arms. 

In her memory, this website is dedicated.  We will all miss you, Bailey.

7/27 Update:  It's now been three weeks since her passing, and I no longer cry every night, but sometimes her absence is so overwhelming that I can't hold back the tears.  There are so many things I wish I had done differently, and I still feel responsible for not recognizing she was sick at the very beginning.  My other dog Founder has also been affected by our loss.  Some nights I can't find her in the house, only to discover her laying outside on the porch, just staring into the backyard.  I wonder what she thinks of me.  I wonder if she connects Bailey's illness with her being gone, if she knows that I made the decision to let her go.  I have heard stories of people who lost their pets, and been visited afterward by their spirit, and I've been waiting and watching for some sign that she is still watching over us.  But... nothing.  I do not feel her presence, only the gaping hole left by her absence.  Everyone says it will get better with time.  But what, exactly, will get better?  Will I feel her death less when I begin to forget how she looked, how she sounded, how soft her coat was?  Will it be easier for me when I can't remember her running to greet me, when I stop expecting to see her in her bed?  I can only hope that I made the right decision, that she is indeed in Heaven, sitting at the right hand of God, begging him to feed her again.

7/29 Update:  Bailey's 13th birthday is coming up on Aug 8th.  I wish she could have made it to that age.  It still hurts every time I think of what could have been, but I'm trying harder to focus on all of the happiness she brought me.  I think over the years we had together and cannot imagine ever being more content and full of love.  I've had many dogs in my life and I have loved all of them, but I was in love with Bailey.  We had such a strong bond it sometimes amazed me.   My greatest happiness was when I was with her, and my greatest fear was losing her.  I often wonder what our lives may have been like had I never seen her at the shelter that day long ago.  I always wondered where she came from, what her life was like before she was found and brought there.  I hope she grew up with, and had always known love.  She was so precious to me that I can't imagine her not being someone else's treasure too.  I wish I could tell them that she had a good life with me.  I wish I could convince myself as well.  The guilt is still so fresh and heavy.  Did I do enough?  Did I try absolutely everything I could?  Was there nothing I missed?  I'm going to work on a video tribute to her soon, when I can gather the courage to go through all of the pictures and tapes.  I also want to build a keepsake box, to keep all of her blankets and mementos safe and protected.  And I'm going to do something for her birthday next week.  I'm not sure what quite yet, but something that would make her wag her tail in happiness.