What is the meaning of life? Are we here for a reason? Is there a point to any of this? And why does food taste so much better in the trash?
This was me, and then this was me, then I came back as this little guy. A lot of lives for one dog to live, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning. For me it all began with a boy, his name was Ethan.
Whenever life got Ethan down I knew exactly what to do.
We played with that ball all afternoon. Ethan loved it.
Ethan, why do you always have this dog with you? Is he like a girlfriend replacement or something?
Sometimes he just needed a little nudge.
Sorry! That was the dog, that wasn’t me.
We spent everyday together.
As the years went by I could tell my time with Ethan was coming to an end.
Good boy, Bailey. We’re going to miss you.
I had a purpose. I was needed again, and again, and again. With each new life I was learning a new lesson.
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