Off & Running
a Blog of Life on the Run

December
21,
2015


December 2004. 
Sacramento, California.
Freshly divorced.
Adoption day.
 
Your foster mom brought you over.
We watched you intently.
You took in your surroundings. Unsure.
I knew nothing about raising you.
 
This woman said you were gentle.
She said she gave you to me because you needed love.
My heart was bursting with love to give.
You were mine.
 
I renamed you.
We went for long walks.
I talked. You listened.
You were my first.
 
We had our photographs taken together.
You were shy.
We looked like a family.
You and me.
 
We flew to the East Coast to visit my parents.
Christmas. You loved the snow.
I realized how much I loved you.
I found you were perfect for me.
 
We drove across the US.
We moved to a big city. DC.
You needed a brother.
Adoption again.
 
You taught your brother everything you knew.
We went on long road trips.
We snuggled at the beach for Christmas.
The three of us. Family.
 
You had my heart.
Every little bit of it.
I met someone. 
A man deserving.
 
You took your time with him.
You watched him with me.
You saw my happiness.
You saw his love for me.
 
October 2015. 
Washington DC.
We sat outside under the stars together.
You played. You ate your dinner.
 
You put yourself to bed. 
You left my heart with him that night.
You knew it was time to go.
You are missed more than I could ever explain.
 
Thank you for rescuing me.
For teaching me how to love.
Bailey, you were the best friend a girl could have.
Rest in doggy peace. 
 
photo of Bailey: August 2015 - Mary Gardella Photography
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