5 years ago today, this miracle was born.
Let me start this off by saying what probably seems obvious: I don't have any children. I am never going to have any children (by choice, not biology). So, as is so often the case with people such as me, my dog is my baby. When people bust out pictures of their kids, I bust out pictures of this guy. When they go through unimaginable anxiety because their kids are sick, I go through that for this guy. Buddy is my baby. So if you can't understand that, you may want to skip this. But if you do, then none of what I'm about to say will sound crazy and I invite you to read on.
As I was saying, 5 years ago today that awe-inspiringly adorable little man was born. He was part of a litter of 4. He was the second smallest. And from the second I saw him, I was hooked. That's all there is to it.
Since then, he has become the focus of most of my and my partner's thoughts, worries and affections. He is integral to how we structure our day. He is part of what we think about before we go to bed at night, part of what we are most grateful for in life, part of our family in the most fundamental way possible. Like I said, my baby.
Its hard to put into words how incredibly grateful I am to have him in my life. His pure, unfiltered joy infects me every time we play fetch (his favorite activity). His soft little body physically heals mine every time we snuggle (probably his second favorite activity). His simple mind inspires me to be mindful every time I see him smell, eat, run, bark, roll-around-in-whatever with wild abandon. My life is better because he is in it. Period.
And today, because it's his birthday, I just needed to say: I fucking love that little dog more fiercely than I've ever loved (or could ever love) a human. And although I do honestly thank god everyday for him I am especially aware and grateful today. Happy Birthday, Buddy!