Coming Home

I wish I could say the gloom has gone away. I have not "felt" Bailey's presence for several weeks so now wonder if it was really her or just wishful thinking. I was sharing with a close friend yesterday that the thing I miss most is being Bailey's BFF. Perfect example, we just returned home from being gone for several hours. Bocci and Basil were desperately waiting for us by the door, but primarily because it was dinner time. They both ran in the house, past me, and toward the kitchen. I've been home for quite a while now and neither have come looking for me. If Bailey were here, she would have skipped dinner just to be with me. She would be sitting right here on the bed next to me. I know that sounds silly (and likely pitiful) to many, but think of it as the warmth you feel when you're in a room with someone and know that you're the most important thing to them.

Baileyism
This picture speaks to my message above. Bailey and I were each others favorite thing. Here she is snuggled next to me in bed as I surfed the Internet. I've said it a thousand times and I'll say it again, I'd give anything to have Bailey here with me.