Bailey Brown

Bailey Brown
04/19/2025
Bailey Brown
June 2014 – April 2025
In Loving Memory of my Bailey Boo
My first baby, my loyal shadow, my best friend
2014 – 2025
Bailey was so much more than a pet—she was my first baby, my constant, my soft place to land in a world that could be overwhelming. For 10 and a half beautiful years, she was my companion through every chapter of my life—from my late teenage years, through the uncertainty of early adulthood, and into the beautiful chaos of motherhood. Bailey stood by me during the most defining moments of my life. She was there when I brought my daughters into the world, welcoming them with the same gentle love and fierce loyalty she always showed me. She wasn’t just a dog—she was part of our family, our protector, and the soul who always knew when I needed comfort. When I cried, she licked away my tears. When I was scared or lost, she curled up beside me, her presence saying what words never could. She loved the simple joys of life—car rides with the windows down, treats after a long day, belly rubs on lazy mornings, and warm cuddles at night. Her crooked tail, a sweet little quirk from birth, wagged with every ounce of her being whenever she saw me. Her love was unconditional, unwavering, and pure in the way only a dog’s love can be. Bailey would have protected me to the ends of the earth. She did protect me—in ways I’ll never fully understand. Her love carried me through seasons of change, growth, heartbreak, and joy. And now, in the silence she leaves behind, I feel the depth of that love even more. Letting her go was the hardest decision I’ve ever made. I pray we gave her peace, freedom from pain, and the dignity she so deserved. I pray she knows how deeply, endlessly, and fiercely she was loved. I would have done anything for her. I still would. Bailey, thank you for every moment, every lick, every cuddle. Thank you for loving me through it all. You were the best girl. My heart will never be the same without you. Run free, my sweet girl. No more pain—just sunshine, open fields, and endless treats.
Submitted By: Briana Brown