To the Magic Eighth

📓12 May 2025

This little soul entered our lives seven years ago. And when he did, he upended my world, knocking me off my feet like no human being could. He changed me for the better and guided me to see my worst. To that, and a lot more, I owe it to his existence.

He's turning eight today, and for dogs, this is approaching senior years. I'm not fond of this fact, but also not mad at it. We have lived our best (and a few worst) days.

And I smile the brightest when I'm with him.

I love you, Wallie. Happy birthday ❤️🎂

P.S. I realized about two months after that he was turning eight, not even. And I felt a lift of heaviness from my chest. One more year. Three hundred and sixty-five more days full of love with him. What a present 🎁