Unconditional Love

She was born on September 20, 1995.

Her mother was brown. Her father was yellow. However, she and all her brothers and sisters were black.

Our story together began when she was about 8 weeks old. She was hand picked and I brought her home in a box.

I gave her the name "Bailey". She also answered to just "B". Her voracious appetite earned her the nickname "Pigetha".

She quickly became my four legged sidekick, confidant and 70 pound lap dog.

She loved swimming, playing fetch, car rides and neighborhood walks. The squirrels and chipmunks feared her.

She was a gentle giant with my children from the day they came into the world. And she had a knack for keeping their faces clean and helping them finish that one last bite of whatever was in their hand. They loved her and it was more than obvious how much she loved them.

For the last 14 years she has given me and my family sheer joy, affection, and complete unconditional love.

After a sudden illness we had to say goodbye to our dear Bailey, this past Friday. I think it was the hardest decision I've had to make, ever.

As I sit here and type this, I look at the the place where her bed and bowls have always been. Today those places are now empty.

The backyard is empty.

The place she slept in the hall is empty.

Her barking when I pull up in the driveway is silent.

I keep looking and listening for her.....she is not there.



My heart aches.....because Bailey took a piece of it with her on Friday.

(Please pray for our family....we are struggling)

My Funny Valentine

 

Hope everyone had a good Valentine’s Day weekend.    Mine was certainly interesting to say the least.

I have never been the Valentine’s kind of girl.  

Flowers are pretty but they die. 

My favorite jewelry are my wedding rings.

I always like a cute and funny card.

And then there’s chocolate….which changes my whole opinion of the special day.

 

The hubby and I don’t usually do anything special for V-Day.  Maybe a card, but certainly nothing big.

This year, the hubby decided to go big for the day.

Brace yourself for this…..especially those of you who REALLY know me.

 

I am almost embarrassed.  Yes, I AM.

 

We went and had a couples massage.  (Teresa, STOP laughing).

 

Two words for y’all:  AWK  WARD

 

I have had one massage in my life and let me tell you it was weird enough alone.

 

And to make it worse (for me), the hubby informed me in the car on the way to the Spa that our massagers would be a man and woman.

Hold up, I said!!  You mean to tell me some strange man is going to be rubbing on my muscles with oil?!  And some strange woman is going to be rubbing on your muscles with oil.

Uh huh.

It was too late to bail.  The money was paid and we were committed. 

Hans and Helga took us to our dark room where the massage tables were covered with rose petals…. which made me bust out into laughter.  I think I would have gone with chocolate, but nobody asked me. 

The music playing over head was Zamfir, if I’m not mistaken, and was accompanied by the sounds of trickling water.  Which had something other than a relaxing effect on me, if ya’ know what I mean!

Before I knew it, our hour was over with Hans and Helga and their magical oily hands.   (Thank goodness)

My favorite part:  the pretty dang hot towels Hans put on my back for the first half

Most awkward part:  besides the whole thing, was when Hans rubbed my EARS?!   How about the hubby informed me that Helga did NOT massage his ears.  Hmmmm….

 

It was nice surprise from the hubby but it certainly was different.  I can’t exactly say I would do it again tomorrow.

 

I told him next year just buy me something from Peterbrooke Chocolatier.  Because I certainly don’t feel awkward eating chocolate.