Today is my dog's 5th Birthday. I've tried to forbid her from getting older, but despite my belief that magic does exist, I've been unable to prevent the inevitable. She is now in doggy middle-age. Not that you'd know it to look at her.
People who don't have pets really don't understand people that celebrate their pets birthdays. And that's OK, because, frankly, we don't understand *you* either.
And even though Zoe doesn't speak human, except for "ride", "out" and, "timbit", I'd still like to take this chance to thank her for the honor of allowing me to be her human companion. Maybe I'm really thanking the universe for sending her to me, and I know *it* is listening. So thank you, Zoe. Thank you for filling my heart again with love after losing my beloved Jasper. Thank you for loving me, even when I am uncomfortably human. Thank you for curling up to my side when I was sobbing the life I knew away during my divorce. Thank you for celebrating my new life with so much joy and enthusiasm. Thank you for waking me each day with sloppy kisses, even when I am screaming in desperation for you to stop sliming me.
If you have a dog, or any pet, make sure you let them know how important they are to you. You are blessed with the closest thing we have to angels walking on earth. Angels we need to pick up poop for, but angels nonetheless.