As Mila’s 3rd birthday approaches, I am always struck by the idea that she wasn’t once in my life or even in the world.  Her presence occupies such a large space in my heart, I hardly recall what my heart looked like before I knew her.  And therein lies the magic of loving a dog.  One day you are just you, walking around unknowing and the next, a small furry creature shows you how to be a better human being.

Though she was a crazy puppy and can still be hyper when she hasn’t had the chance to run out her crazy at the dog park, she has turned into such a phenomenal dog.  She is sweet as pie, the most lovey, affectionate and loyal companion you could possibly imagine. She gives love with her whole body and sighs and groans when you are petting her in just the right spot or she finds the perfect place to lay (usually in my lap).

We have our routines, especially now that we’ve added two more to our family.  She adores Rupert, a 5 year old puggle who came as a package deal with my wife and even more than that, she loves my wife with such ferocity, it is certain they were meant to be together too.  We walk most mornings, early and just as the sun comes up in the cold, brisk light.  We go to the dog park on weekends and she knows exactly what’s happening from the moment we start to get ready.  Her whole bum wags with excitement.  She would play fetch until the end of time if you allowed her and the snow!! is her favorite.

She also knows when I am sad and will climb on top of me and lick my tears and nuzzle her head into my chest.  Her eyes shine with kindness and light, a little present from the universe, proof that love is so very real, life so very infinite.

She is my best girl and every day together is a gift, one I don’t know what I did to deserve.