I have been avoiding this email because it is the very last thing I want to share. Bailey, or better remembered as “Brewski” for the 11 years we had him, passed on July 16, 2020, at the age of 13. He was filled with cancer. He never really let on how awful he must have been feeling.
I am not even sure where to start with how special he was to our family, and to me in particular. We bonded from the very beginning and everyone knew he was “my boy”. My husband summed it up with this thought for his hunting friends: "You get that ONE hunting dog in your life that is more special than any other, and that was Brewski to her (me)”. He has ruined me for all other dogs, I am afraid!!
Brewski was happiest with a tennis ball. He didn’t need anyone to throw it for him…he did that all by himself. He would toss it high into the air and got so excited when it would bounce all around him. We have endless videos of him because it brought us as much joy as it did him!
The best would be when he would locate a forgotten tennis ball out in the yard and he’d come running around the house like a kid on Christmas. And you could hear him coming-he sounded like a freight train. He made sure we always knew when a leaf was blowing by the front door or there were deer in the yard. He’d watch the school bus go by every morning without a peep but would bark to beat the band in the afternoon when his kids were coming home.
He loved the cabin and playing in the water, scratching himself in circles around the trees. He loved napping in a gentle sprinkle of rain and when the temps were around 68 degrees. He learned to love car rides and going to stay at grandma’s. He hated storms but with a gentle pat and reassurance from me he’d know he was safe. After he got done eating every morning and every night he would rub his body along the ENTIRE couch. First his right side and then his left.
I miss his snoring and how he only slept with his head on his giant dog bed, holding onto his blanket. I miss stepping over him when I cook because he always camped out right behind my legs. I miss how he could never make eye contact with the cats because he knew they were the true rulers of the house. I miss his smile. I could go on and on but my tears are coming fast and furious once again. I will miss him for the rest of my days.
Thank you, RAGOM, for choosing us to be his family. We have been forever changed by him.
The G family
Scott, Turena, Owen, Sacia, Berit and Leinie (our almost 15 year old golden)