6 years he’s been with us. That’s 6 years of countless nights of waking up to let him out, of realizing too late that we need to kennel him when we plan a weekend getaway, of miserably trying to figure out how to discourage him from barking when he hears the low rumble of a truck in the distance. It’s been nearly 4 years of watching him become the most gentle “big brother” to my two beautiful kids, of being relegated to second thought since our little ones have become priority, and of his doing his best impression of a garbage disposal sitting under high chairs at dinner times. And it’s been over 2 full years of dealing with his epilepsy; comforting him, keeping him safe, and ensuring that he knows I’m there in the middle of the night after grand mal seizures that last upwards of 5 minutes.
It’s been 6 years that Bowdunn’s been smiling at me. Yes, he smiles. It’s been 6 years that he greets me every evening after work with the most affectionate & wet kisses, says he’s sorry after he’s eaten something he wasn’t supposed to, and snuggles with me when we’re both cold and need the company. And it’s been 6 years since I learned the meaning of “unconditional love”. He taught that to me, and that’s why he’s my best little buddy.
This past Friday was his birthday and today he’s celebrated on my blog. Happy birthday, buddy.