Today Brody turns 8 years old.
EIGHT! I can't believe it. This little reddish brown munchkin has been by my side for almost 8 whole years. He's been with me through some of the happiest and saddest times of my life. Consoled me when I've had to make some tough decisions, and allowed me to cry into his little fur body. He was present when Rich asked me to marry him, which I think had a something to do with how important Rich knows he is to me.
I know everyone says this and thinks this about their dog, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Brody is special. He's smart, a little sneaky and he loves soooooo hard. He's been through a lot. These past 6 months have probably been the hardest for him, and at times I wasn't sure he would ever be the same dog after he became fully paralyzed. Was I wrong. He's got the same peppiness, playfulness, and undying need for snuggles he always did. He needs a little assistance with some things, but we are right there to help him out with whatever he needs.
So today I'm celebrating my little Brody's 8th birthday, and cheersing to many more years of his little sausage body, wagging tail, and puppy howls of joy being the first thing that greets me everyday when I get home.
Happy Birthday Brody!
xx - C
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