09/21/2025
⚠️ Gentle Heads-Up: The following post talks about a beloved family dog’s illness and his journey, but it’s also filled with love, joy, and gratitude for the good days. 🐾
Today was a good day.
The sun was warm on my back and the grass was soft beneath my paws. I ran—oh, how I ran. Not as fast as I once did, and not for as long, but enough that my kids laughed and yelled for me to come back, their voices carrying through the air like music. For a little while, I felt like the puppy they first brought home all those years ago.
My girl walked beside me today. She was hurt so badly a few years ago. I stayed by her side then, even when things were scary and uncertain. I knew she needed me to hold on, so I did. And now, seeing her strong and steady, walking with me step for step—even when my leg started to ache and I began to limp—well, that made my tail wag harder than it has in a long time. We’ve carried each other through so much, she and I.
There were hugs. So many hugs. Arms wrapped tight around my neck, tears hidden in my fur, kisses pressed to my muzzle. They whispered that I was the best boy, and I believed them. Because I’ve had the best family. I’ve watched them grow, I’ve comforted them through heartbreak, I’ve danced with them in their joy. Every moment has been worth it.
And oh you should’ve seen the pup cup I got today. A mountain of whipped cream just for me. I buried my nose in it, licked every last bit, and the kids laughed at me and said I had stuff on my nose. That sound, that sound is my favorite sound in the world.
By the end, I was tired. My body told me it was time to rest, my leg reminded me that it hurts now. But I didn’t mind. Because my heart was full. My family was together, and we made memories that will last long after my paws stop running.
Today was a good day.
