Bailey was the kind of dog who greeted every stranger like an old friend. For thirteen years she met the mail carrier at the door, herded the neighborhood kids into games of fetch, and slept curled against the couch through every thunderstorm. She had a habit of resting her head on your lap the moment she sensed something was wrong, as if she always knew. Bailey taught her family that loyalty doesn’t need words — just a wagging tail and a place by your side.