Melvin’s birthday is over the weekend so this post is early but we celebrate birthday week so who cares!
Happy Birthday, Melvin! Nine years ago you came into this world and even though I have no pictures of you before the age of three (when you came to be mine), I imagine that the person who was there watching your litter come out, smiled extra when they saw you. Gianormous head, even bigger paws! Spirit as bright as the sun.
I love you and all your parts and all your moments. I love that you pull me down the path of life, that you do not believe in dull, that you persevere. I love that you still run like a goofy puppy, that you light up at the site of your family, that you do not dwell on your past. I love that you lean into me, often at the very moment I need a reminder of what matters. I love that you love Jake in your own special way (which has translated to him still being alive). Thanks for that one!
You are one of the greatest joys of my life. I hope you feel my gratitude for that, every moment of yours. I love you my Melvin man!
Your butt smell delicious. I love you. The end.