Happy FIFTH birthday and THREE year anniversary, Mike ❤️
Today we celebrate because if we are being honest, there were days when I didn't think Mike would make it to 5. There have been days where I've laid on the floor of vet offices begging him to fight, promising I'd give him anything he wanted if he stayed with me longer, willing him to live, but always assuring him I'd understand if he couldn't. There have been days where I've carried him into vet offices because he was so sick, cried in front of rooms full of strangers & emptied my bank accounts in the span of a second. There have been nights where we have slept on the couch or floor, woken up from a dead sleep to rush outside & cleaned up diarrhea or vomit that didn't make it to the yard.
Do our bad days suck? Yeah, they're our lowest lows. But boy oh boy, do our good days outshine the bad days and those are the days we celebrate. We celebrate Mike living another year on this planet. We celebrate all the victories, big and small. But most importantly, we celebrate Mike - his happiness, his selflessness, his compassion, his will to live, his love, his soul, his heart and every pure thing about him. Everyday with him is a celebration. Every moment I get to spend with him his is a celebration.
I promise to give you my all.
I promise to listen to you.
I promise to never put you through anything you can't handle.
I promise to keep throwing your ball.
I promise to love you.
Here's to you, big guy ❤️