My Friend Bailey

As a boy, I was an outcast,
I didn't fit in with any of my classmates,
They were into football and sports,
I was into writing and reading.

The feeling of loneliness eating away at me,
I had no friends,
Well, no human friends,
My first ever friend I remember was my dog,
My friend Bailey.

My parents would tell me stories about how she would look after me,
Treat me like the way she would treat one of her puppies,
She would cuddle up with me while I slept,
And wake me up early in the morning so we could have fun.

I don't know when she passed,
All I know is that she was in my life one minute and gone the next,
She was my first and most loyal friend,
I often wish I remembered more about her,
But I'm thankful for the time we spent together.

Now I'm older, 
I can't shake the feeling she's still around,
That my last memory of her smiling face is somehow keeping her from being forgotten,
I'll never have another friend quite like my friend Bailey.