This past weekend we said goodbye to Bailey.

There is a peaceful little place along a river that we visit each year, where Bailey used to roam free and clumsily wobble around nudging our legs as we went on walks, waded in the river, and roasted marshmallows.


Charlotte and I spent the morning gathering wildflowers and the boys found river rocks and driftwood. We made a little memorial.







We released his ashes into the river under his favorite tree where he spent many an afternoon dozing and watching the kids play.

We each said our little goodbye to Bailey and placed a flower into the water.
As the current swept them down river, Elliot stood up, spread his arms and shouted, "I love you, Bailey!"



I wish more than anything that he was still here with us, under his tree, but there is some comfort knowing we will return to him here, as if he will be waiting patiently for us year after year.