Sunday is Suki’s twelfth birthday. Twelve years. It feels weird to say that. I still vividly remember bringing her home. Well, maybe not vividly remember. I was kind of in a haze of joy and disbelief that she really was mine.
She has been part of my life for nearly half of it. She pre-dates Jordon. Not by much, but still. Luckily he didn’t tell me that he didn’t like dogs, because like the last one that would have been the end of that, and Suki had time to convert him. Suki’s like my canine reflection, but I think Jordon is her favourite person. And the two of them have made this half of my life the best.
She’s been there for so much. There’s never been a question of whether or not to bring her along. I can’t even imagine the trips we’ve taken without her smiling face. From summiting the Stawamus Chief, or Mount Elphinstone, to perusing the Butchart Gardens. I don’t think I’ve ever met a dog that enjoyed flowers like Suki does.
I can’t say the time between year 11 and year 12 has been easy. Far from it. It’s been a long, grueling, uphill battle to where we are. But I feel like we’re seeing land on the horizon; that the overgrown path is starting to open up.
So here’s to your twelfth year, Suki. May it be everything you deserve. I would add “and more” but you deserve everything in the world, and the world doesn’t deserve your beautiful soul.
SchipAlong 
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