nine years ago, Mama & i drove up north to Logansport with one goal in mind: pick out a puppy.
we were surrounded by little boys and little girls (all as cute & fluffy as can be) but one little munchkin stood out from all the rest.
with our black & white-spotted girl in tow, we headed back home throwing out potential names for the new pup.
Bro #1 suggested Harley, but it just didn’t fit.
we went several more miles, eventually pulling back into my hometown.
as we drove by my hometown’s Bentley dealership, we said the name out loud & immediately knew it was a match.
throughout the past nine years, we’ve had to adjust to each other’s lives.
she’s seen me through the worst of times & the happiest of times.
she’s been through the worst of times & the happiest of time.
right when we think she’s gonna give up, she uncovers another round of spunk.
i don’t know how much longer our little girl is going to live, but i know one thing is for sure, there has never been a day when she hasn’t been loved &/or shared love with our family.
Happy 9th Birthday, precious girl!
please live forever—my heart will be shattered if you don’t.