Exactly three years ago today, I rescued the love of my life. Since I don’t know her real birthday, I’ve always counted her adoption day as her birthday instead. She is estimated to be 6 years old now. I originally wanted to write a HUGE post about her entire life story, how she ended up in the shelter, along with a ton of pictures… but honestly, it’s late (Tuesday night) as I write this, and I just want to snuggle with that lovable face and fall asleep.
Her adoption story is one that I most definitely want to get down on paper so to speak, so I will always have a place to look back on it and remember. She’s been through so much in her life, and I can’t even think about my life with out her. I find my self getting teary eyed when I let my mind wander in that way. It is not likely/or practical for me to ever have children of my own, so this dog is my child. That sounds silly to people who don’t get it… but seriously, the love I have for this dog is as strong as the love my mother has for me. This dog is my soul.
Happy Birthday Lucille! I wish I could have 100 more to spend with you…