Sometimes life is really hard. Sometimes it feels like I just can’t get a break. Today, my little dog Bailey went under anesthetic for a routine procedure and died. He’s gone. The past four years have been so hard for us. Although Ali is an amazing gift, clearly it’s not easy. I think Bailey felt like it was his job to be there for me. He carried the weight of all my emotions on his little 5 pound back and he always knew when I needed him. He was my protector. He sat with me while I cried or worried or got angry. He was always there for me and often he knew how I felt before I did. Ali had a special bond with Colton, our Sheltie that died in November 2012 and when he died, Bailey also took over that role. He watched over Ali from a distance but you could tell that he was watching. Now, Bailey and Colton are together again, running and playing at the Rainbow Bridge. I didn’t know that today I would need to say good-bye. I thought he was coming home but instead he’s doing agility in the sky with his best bud. Although my heart is broken, I’m happy for the time we had and I’m happy that if it was his time to go, he didn’t suffer but I am so, so sorry that it’s over.