Every time I think about that it's like I've been punched in the stomach. Bailey has been my "fur baby" for 12 years. I adopted him as a kitten when I was going through one of the hardest points of my life. For years I struggled with an eating disorder. Officially I was anorexic with bulimic tendencies. My world revolved around what I was "allowed" to eat and punishing myself for eating with purging and laxatives. It was a vicious cycle of starving myself until I couldn't take it anymore, binge eating, purging and returning to severely restricting food.
I eventually admitted that I needed help but I couldn't do it alone...so in addition to a good therapist, I found Bailey. I needed something in my life that wasn't about my ED. I saw that a rescue organization was going to be set up at a local hardware store and I when I got there it was love at first sight. Bailey curled up in my lap and went right to sleep in the middle of the busy store. His calm demeanor was just what I needed.
I brought him home and continued on my way to recovery.
Bailey wasn't a cure for the eating disorder...he was a comfort in my time of need.
Always ready to curl up in my lap...especially when there was a warm blanket involved! He has been with me ever since through bad apartments, job changes and big moves. He was there in the good times too like meeting my husband, getting married and buying our home. He calmly adjusted to all of the changes throughout the years. (in fact he fell in love with my husband just as much as I did)
Most of all he gave me that unconditional love that our pets give to us.
Our pets give us so much and ask for so little in return. A scratch...a lap to lay in...a yummy treat. Every night when I get home from work he hops up on the couch and gives me a hug.
Please keep my husband, myself and our sweet Bailey in your thoughts and prayers.