I think of you, my Bailey, all the time, but as the 1st anniversary of your passing approaches I find myself trying harder to remember the happy care-free days rather than the difficult 19 day battle you endured like a champ during your fight with ITP. Each day together with you was a very happy day. Tonight, 9/28, actually marks the night I had to admit you to the hospital last year and unfortunately we were not able to come back home together, they way we left.
Recently, I found this picture of you on an old laptop. I took this on the first night you came home with me as a puppy–it was our first night together. This is the memory that I am going to hold close to my heart tonight as I go to sleep next to our puppy, Champ, who is named after you and the way you fought when you were sick.