Found, and Lost

Just a lil over 3 years ago, fate brought her to us. She came tired, hungry and very sick.
Rather than giving up on her, and letting her being put to sleep due to her condition, we took her in, and addressed her as part of us, part of the family.

Because of her, I learned to approach dogs, in a way that I would never have dared.
I got over my fear for dogs, which was, obviously, a result of being chased by dogs, more than once, before.
Because of her, dad learned to take in pets.
He has never allowed neither my sis nor I to have any pets, as he always said that we could barely care for ourselves, what more another pet…
Because of her, I somehow could truly see, and understand, that happiness is independent of one’s circumstances.
Happiness, is something one could achieve despite the circumstances, because being happy is an option that one chooses to be in.
I learned that from her.
Because of her, much laughter and happiness could be heard in the family.
From the way she scratches her stomach, which looks (hilarious) like she’s dancing, to the way she runs and hides as mom runs after her because she messed up the kitchen.
I could still recall an incident, (after she messed up the kitchen again), mom called her from one end of the kitchen (to beat her, of course), and dad was at the other end of the kitchen asking her not to go…while Bailey (in the middle) looked lost…yet, after a while, she figured out that mom was trying to con her to go over, and so, she ran off and hide instead.
Those…were the days..

For a dog, she’s very jolly. Always excited to see people, always ready for a rub, or just a pat at the back.
Despite her condition, she always seemed like she could find happiness in whatever she does.
In her world, nothing is impossible.
She could run off, and got herself ran over by a car, break a leg, got herself a cast, and as soon as the anesthetic goes off, she was up and running again (with the cast) (=.=)”
I’ve wondered if she could feel pain…
Those…were the days..

We went through ups and downs of her life with her..from her abandonment, her sickness, her pregnancy, her delivery to 3 pups, the accident which left her with a broken leg, to seeing the 3 pups grow up and became dogs.
Double her size, triple her size. (Honestly, to date, many still asked, and refused to believe that Bailey is the mom, and not the daughter)
I saw her play with her pups, and as the pups grow up, we saw her fight with her own sons and daughter, to being bullied since she’s now smallest in size.
I saw her running up to the 1st floor, despite being told numerous times that she is not to go upstairs, to wake dad up.
I saw how dad dotes on her, and as much as mom complains about her, dotes on her too..
Those…were the days..

Yesterday, it seems like our time with her ran out, and so, fate took her away.
She ran out (which happens every now and then)…and never return…
They all run away every now and then, but each one knows the way home, especially when it comes to dinner time.
And when mom brought their food to them, and Bailey still wasn’t home, things begin to wrong…
By 8pm, dad asked me to drive around the neighborhood to look for her.
By 11pm, there was still no sign of her…
And just like that…she left.

Fate, could be pretty cruel at times.

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UPDATE: We’ve finally found Bailey~! After a tip-off from my neighbour, turns out, someone in the neighbourhood took her home! She’s slightly stressed, but otherwise fine! Thanks to all who were concerned and assisted in any way~!! =D
Thanks to all who were concerned and assisted in any way~!! =D