Chasing the Wanderlust...

I just read some very sad news. My friend Bailey the beagle recently passed away. I knew he was getting older and was sick but I'm so sad. I can't help but cry and hold on to Shelly. I feel like a little boy. Bailey meant a lot to me and I just felt that I needed to write out some of my tears so here goes...

I've loved beagles for as long as I can remember. I think it was because of being so attached to my stuffed Snoopy from such a young age. Regardless I have loved beagles and have talked about them for years. Up until 7 years ago, I'd never really spent any time with them. They were cute in pictures but nothing could match the friend I made in Bailey.

Right around when I meet Rob and TJ I met Bailey. He lived with my friend T. Todd in their building. Bailey was a perennial figure at their house. Consequently I became completely enamoured with that sweet little dog. He was the happiest little guy. I feel like we bonded immediately when we met.

I was a very different person in those days. I was in my pre-coming-out stage and wracked with anxiety and confusion. I was going through all of that "coming to terms" stuff and thankfully had Rob, TJ, and Bailey to help me. I could write volumes on Rob and TJ but I'll focus on Bailey now.

There's not much to say really. I used to spend my weekends at their house. Some of my fondest memories of that time are arriving at their door on a dark and cold Friday night. Just like my Shelly does, Bailey could sense you coming. He'd bound down their long hallway, lose control on the carpet runner, and usually bonk his head on the door. It was hysterical and he didn't seem to mind it. The sound of his nails scratching the door could bring a smile to my face on even the worst of days.

I used to walk Bailey whenever I could. Even if he didn't need to go out I'd find an excuse just to spend some time with him. He was a comfort and I would wander the streets of Dupont Circle in his company. I could just focus on him and not my own problems or worries. Plus, he was a hot guy magnet. While I outwardly pretended not to be interested, Bailey certainly helped me come out by forcing me to talk to the hotties he would inevitably attract - Bailey was that cute.

I feel like I'm rambling but Bailey was really the first beagle I ever knew and loved (other than the animated ones). All beagles will forever be judged by his image and personality. While my Shelly is definitely a small part beagle (the best part!) I doubt I can ever look at another beagle without comparing he or she to Bailey.

I haven't seen that little guy in a few years but I can say I've missed him terribly. I may be naive but I do believe in heaven and I know he's there. I love you Bailey, thanks for being my very first dog.

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