Today is Piper’s 12th birthday. Sometimes it’s hard to believe and other times it’s starting to be heartbreakingly obvious. I find myself just wanting to freeze time, grab around all her fluffy fur and hold on – but we can’t do that. And that wouldn’t be very fun either. Well, for her anyway – ha ha.
You know – as more years pass by – it’s not the big moments that stick with me as much as the seemingly little ones. Like when we go for a walk and I give her a treat – she looks around as if she’s hoping someone saw what she just got. Many nights while I’m eating dinner, she’ll bring me random items to trade for some of my dinner. One time she actually brought me some deodorant from the bathroom.
She won’t let a breeze happen without lifting her head up and drinking it in – with her little cheeks puffing on either side of her muzzle. And at the park she’ll trot off into the distance, slow down, turn around to look back at me like – what are you waiting for – let’s go.
Here’s hoping for many many more of these little big moments.