We recently did away with our bed frame and put our boxspring and mattress in the floor so that our aging Buddy Boy could jump on the bed without assistance and jump off without injuring himself (he's missing a disc in his back, and we'll do whatever we have to to make sure that back stays uninjured). He's a very happy boy now and can easily get on the bed to do that adorable rooting around in the covers thing that he loves. (He did it again for me today at lunch because he loves me and wants me to be happy.)
And yet I miss his little whine at 3 a.m. every morning when he would want on the bed. He needed me, and he knew that I would unfailingly and without complaint (and often with a giggle) pick him up and snuggle him next to my side. I miss knowing that his inevitable collar shake would turn into an inevitable series of snorts which would turn into an inevitable series of 'grrs' and then an inevitable whiny bark. We were a team, and even though Jay is truly his 'person', it was always me that he came to when he needed a lift. I truly miss this neurotic bedtime ritual, but I know it's for the best, especially since I need sleep and he needs a happy spine. All of this just goes to show you (and me) that, as needy as this crazy little dog is, I still need him far more than he will ever need me.
My sweet Bailey on the beloved Green Blanket. All the dogs love this thing.
Jay and Bailey Christmas 2008. This was the Santa suit that saved him; it has a lot of tiny holes in it now where the Enemy Dog's teeth barely made it through. Dog clothes don't seem as ridiculous when they save your dog's life.