When my daughter hurts, I hurt. All you moms and dads out there know what I’m talking about.
Over Easter weekend, Wendy and Jeremy were forced to put their beloved 11 year old dog, Bailey, to sleep, due to multiple problems, including old age and undiagnosed diabetes. He was a big dog, with a broad smile and a beautiful whitish coat. He stood by Wendy through thick and thin, in the singularly devoted way dogs do–we always thought Bailey knew he’d been rescued, and he was clearly grateful. I vividly recall the day Wendy brought him, as a frisky puppy, … Read More »
