For 12 years, this big beautiful boy was mine; his feet never once touched grass. Last week, after a two-week illness, I had to help him cross over the Rainbow Bridge and say goodbye. To say my heart is broken is an understatement. For 12 years, Bailey’s Irish Crème (“Bailey” to his friends, but “Bailey-Boy” to me) met me at the door each day, sat on my vanity to “help” me get ready for work each morning, and let me know when it was bedtime each night. My Bailey-Boy liked to be rocked, would never ever consider sleeping on an unmade bed, and loved his “beauty-shop” time. I will love and miss this very special kitty-boy always. Rest well my sweet Bailey-Boy.