for me, it’s beau
Dogs are dogs, and they are designed to be loved.
But I think it’s important, at least for me, to articulate it more fully, and I’m only now starting to be able to do that.
This is what I’ve come up with: Mister President came to me at the height of my selfishness, during a time of my life when, fundamentally, I was interested only in myself, despite all the relationships I’d had up until that point. And when he came to me, he taught me how to care for someone else, to devote myself to someone else, to really love someone else — unreservedly and unconditionally .
Today is the 9th birthday of my dog, Beau. To try to write what he means to me is almost impossible. It’s impossible because my eyes well up with tears thinking of all we’ve been through together. To say he’s the most important thing in my life would be a lie; my wife is the most important, though if you ask her, she might say Beau is more important to me :)
Beau is my mini-me. He gets me. I’ve referenced the scare I had with him 2 years ago. Thousands of dollars in vet bills and still no answer to this day on what was wrong, he persevered and is the same Beau Rascal I’ve always known.
He’s traveled the country with me. Twice. At times he’s been all I have. Now he’s a part of our small family in a small town. He’s adaptable and people fall in love with him.
I love him.
So, happy birthday BIG MANZ. Let’s celebrate 9 more.