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Bailey died on Monday, just about fifteen years and a week after we adopted him.
I posted this here on the forum almost two years ago, when we first found out Bailey had cancer in his eye:
"Given his size, at least one vet had expressed surprise at his general health and even the fact he's still alive before this, and we know that even without the cancer, it's not as though he would live for even another few years unless we were exceedingly lucky."
BUT WE WERE exceedingly lucky, and he did live for a few more years. A couple, anyway. I am trying to remember that now.
Bailey's metaphorical tombstone will read: "Easygoing, happy-go-lucky, once sold his soul for a treat."
I haven't lived with Mom and Dad for a while and while I was there at Bailey's final appointment, I had to leave right after. It is awful being away. I know they are really struggling with the loss. I am an only child so it was just them and Bailey for years. We got a couple of nice handwritten notes from the vets (Bailey's regular vet and the vet who performed the euthanasia) that I think helped give them some closure and confirmation that we really did do the right thing.
It's still hard.
Meanwhile, I think my bad mood has my dog wanting to not be near me rather than providing any comfort, but I can't blame him.