A Love Story

I think it was when I looked in his eyes when I knew.

Bold, brown & beautiful, they were the kind of eyes you could stare at for a lifetime. Their depth and magic immeasurable. The way they moved with such curiosity, yet such knowing.

His smile was what caught me next. He beamed with such determination & glee, as though he was the sun, his smile the sunbeams & we the very life that he awakened.

The way he walked, with such presence , it was impossible not to be constantly in awe of him fully in his glory of movement.

Whenever I see him, the feeling of oncoming spring, the blossoming of life and beauty itself fills me .

Yet I also feel still. Tranquil. Harmonic. Steady & sure, like the mighty Oak.

When I am away, all I can think about about is being with him, and when I'm with him, I'm filled with warm, golden contentment.

My beautiful love, Bailey.

A dog unlike any other.