This has been a ridiculously hard week for us.
We had to say goodbye to our puppy.
We adopted her when she was only 7 weeks old after she had been rescued from a kill shelter in Tennessee.
She was the most perfect little ball of fluff, never barked in the house, was great with the baby, and always tried to stay close to her.
Even as Emma got older, Bailey was perfect with her, never even showing her teeth if her ears or tail got pulled.
They were always playing together.
Emmalee constantly referred to Bailey as her puppy, saying things like "I love you my puppy".
And still, they were always together.
Bailey's loss was hard for Emmalee to understand because she's not quite old enough to grasp death yet.