I'll say more later, but Bailey Rumpole was nothing but pure love. The softest, most caring fellow. He now has reached Rainbow Bridge with his old roommate Dieter, and Sasha is there too. He was brave and fought to the very end with his curious eyes and with all the energy he could muster.|
He always wanted to sit in the drivers seat when I left the car for a short time. Then back to his side for the rides he loved, where he would grab my arm just to have it rest on him during our many little journeys.
I used to take him to a little 3-par golf course in Burbank on nice days and finally convinced one of the staff to let me take Bailey on the course. I lied and said he was a special service dog. But, after they found out I had slightly exaggerated, the golf course staff let him wander the course with me anyway. He always found interesting (sometimes icky) smells and hills to climb and because of his example they now allow other dogs with good owners to use the course together. So, he deserves a monument there as breaking the barriers for others.
He also helped me through law school when his incessant panting during a video presentation I had to make. It convinced my professor that despite my lack of skills at least I was a good guardian of Bailey. I think he did it on purpose.
Bailey Rumpole was also a baby. I mean he acted like a puppy always. Not just in little ways but in everything he did. I don't think he ever "grew up" except in his loving nature. He never wanted anything but to be close, whether it was sitting at my feet (licking them, of course) or wandering around smelling everything as though it was for the first time and then running back to me when I called him. He never wanted to be far but his curiosity did get the better of him from time to time.
He and I had a pact. I promised he would never know suffering or fear and he would take me through the travails of life with a beautiful face, an upturned tail and spin like a whirling dervish whenever it was time for a treat or a walk or a ride. We both came through on our promises.
After his chemotherapy no longer had any effect and he started to have pain we all knew that it would not be fair to the little guy to keep him here just for my sake, so on Easter Sunday 2014 at 3:50 pm in the afternoon, the last thing Bailey Rumpole felt on this plane of existence were my arms wrapped tightly around him and my breath on his beautiful, beautiful face.
4/25/2014 - I still can't believe you won't be under my desk tonight or sitting next to me in the den or spinning for your treat. But I found a poem that might help me and others too.
4/20/2015 - It has been one year. One much more lonely than those wonderful years we spent together and with Dieter. But, happy I am that we had the years we shared. You are my friend, along with Dieter and Sasha and I will never be happier than the days we spent just contemplating the next trail.
THE LAST BATTLE