On the first Sunday in August 9 years ago I met my precious pup pal for the second time in 24 hours, but this time I could take her home.

As she lays sleeping beside me while I type this {one paw touching me as always} I wonder if she could ever know the supreme love I feel for her, or how much I appreciate that she brings me one of her toys every time I come home, no matter how long I’ve been gone, or just how insanely lucky I feel that she chose me?

9 wonderful years my precious fuzzy soul mate – here’s to 99 more! xx