My funny little girl is ten today. I can’t believe it.
Playing with Dad…
She played very carefully with kitties…
And used to go into the spare room to look at herself for company when her sister died.
And August of this year. A little the worse for wear, but still my lovely girl.
Happy Birthday you silly, hardheaded bitch. You’re not going anywhere soon.
I had to get a photo of her today, though it’s not like she was going to look at me! This was right after her bath.
It’s been a lovely morning; warm and slightly humid. The light not yet harsh, the dogs and I enjoyed it immensely.
Breagha is Nine
My darling girl turns 9 today.
She doesn’t look like this photo anymore. Gone is the sleek hair. The sleek, toned body as well. It’s been replaced with too much white, skin tags and fatty cysts the doc doesn’t want to excise.
Yet this old dog is more precious to me than her younger self could ever have been. She’s still herself, translating for the little dogs and bossing everyone around. We have the love, understanding and yes, even comfort, that comes with spending years together, just as my husband and I do. Nothing can replace that, absolutely nothing.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl. May we have many more years together.
Now, a puppy picture. Or two.