Our dog Bailey has been with my husband since high school. She’s been with me through every deployment of his, every downfall, every high in life… Last year she was diagnosed with melanoma. She’s gone through three separate surgeries to remove masses from her throat.

She hasn’t been quite herself the last week, and hasn’t been interested in her food since yesterday, and I think it might be nearing her time.

I hate it. I hate goodbyes for pets. We lost our German Shepherd back in 2020 at the start of the pandemic to congenital heart failure. I’m not ready to let go, but I know it’s selfish to try and keep making her go through surgeries or any pain she may have, or any diminished quality of life. This girl has been my world since 2010. We don’t have children, so our pets are our everything. It’s been 13 wonderful years, but I’m just not ready to not hear her feet tap across the floor.

I’m sorry for the rant and going all over the place, I’m just a distraught mess standing in my kitchen crying as I get her pain meds together.

I wish they lived longer.