Happy Birthday to ME!

I’m ten. A decade. 3652 days. That’s 521 weeks and 5 days. I was born on a Wednesday, which my Mom says is ironic, because evidently there is some poem she read that talks about Wednesday’s child being full of woe.

I don’t know about that, but I do know that currently I am full of WOW!! On November 11th, I was officially 20 months post amputation. On November 27th, we celebrated my birthday (one day early) at the cabin with a SWIM. It wasn’t even cold. My Mom says I’m acting like a much younger dog. Maybe that’s because I don’t see any reason to act a particular way. It’s like this saying by Satchel Paige, “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?”



I get it, though. I understand why my Mom keeps track. Not only do people who love dogs have to say goodbye over and over, when you love a dog like me, it can be especially tricky. I have definitely kept her on her toes. Plus, I’m constantly reminding her that you can’t control who or what sneaks into your heart. Sometimes it’s there before you know it.

“It is madness says reason. It is what it is says love. It is unhappiness says caution. It is nothing but pain says fear. It has no future says insight. It is what it is says love. It is ridiculous says pride. It is foolish says caution. It is impossible says experience. It is what it is says love.” – Erich Fried (thank you Raina).

Silly rabbit. It is what it is. I am who I am. Tonight I’m just a big, red, three-legged dog with a little bit of gray, who beat the odds and lived for a decade, even when so many didn’t think I would. Life is good.

Happy Birthday to me! Let them eat cake. Or at least let me. I’ve earned it, don’t you agree!

“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” – Abraham Lincoln