To the Magic Eighth

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 ❤️🎂