Thank you everyone. I'm finding great comfort in your words, so I really appreciate that.
Alittle about Bailey: As I mentioned I got him about a year before I was with my husband. I was 21 and I thought it would be cool to have alittle dog. I was single, living with a girlfriend, and little did I know that a puppy was so much work. My father adored Bailey and phoned me everyday to see how he was. When my dad passed, and those phone calls stopped it was sad, and I missed gushing about my new best friend. I found comfort in Bailey as he would lick my tears, and lay across me as if to say "I'm here for you".
When my husband came into the picture, he was alittle put off about the new man in my life but soon they were running together in the park and I was the disciplinarian where my husband became fun guy. The bond they formed was very close, and I was able to share those stories about Bailey's daily doings once again.
My husband and I gave him nicknames for every stage of his life. I know it sounds funny, but just as us humans get old and pass through stages of our lives, it seemed right.
When he was young, we nicknamed him Super B. There was nothing that Super B could not do. Leap from the back of the couch, dig through the couch, destroy anything in sight. Some of the most frustrating but funny stories of him come from this time with him.
When he reached "the teens"(in dog years) it was Beezer B. At this stage it was taking on the biggest dog in the park, walking around with a strut and pulling on his leash. He was a wild man. Taking for 2 hour walks only helped alittle. He enjoyed running on the beach & playing "one way" fetch. Bailey enjoyed a trip across Canada with us, and only destroyed one of our cars door panels (trying to protect the car from a man looking in) and bit one waiter on a patio in Ottawa, for getting too close to me.
Weasel was the Adult years of Bailey. We called him that because he was a man of power. He always seemed to get what he wanted, including a prime spot in our bed, head on the pillow, lying between us like a person. He was tough when he needed to be, and the years he really started to cuddle well.
Mr Boo-Baus, the best years. He was sweet, gentle and loved to take naps. Alittle slower but still jump up up on command and ran down the driveway with us. He was cuddly in the morning and wanted his space at night, often heading to bed before us. These were his sweet years, that we loved sooo much. He followed us around, never wanted to be without us, and when my husband started working nights, was my protector.
I find my self egar to get home for no reason now. Still having the anxiety of leaving doors open, and I sleep with his stuffed animal, with his collar on it at night. I find comfort in hearing his tags jingle alittle at night. My husband still sings songs incorporating his name in them out load, and I just listen in the other room and smile. The grief is not as strong today, and I'm learning to reflect on the good, not the past week I have been through. I made this video the morning after he passed, and it was very helpful. Collecting the images and remembering the moments. Please enjoy, and I thank you again for all the words. I felt like I was alone in my grief.