Friday marked the 7th birthday of my oldest furry kiddo, Miss Lilly May.
Although I have talked about her issues and how she can stress me out, she and I have been through a lifetime together in these last seven years.
I adopted her soon after turning 20 years old and I am quickly coming up on 27, those are some pretty crazy years to get through, and with all of her unique quirks, along with my own, we somehow made it through it all together.
Always had the cutest little puppy belly.
She continues with this look to this day. Especially when tired or annoyed.
In our last bedroom together before moving in with E.
We have lived in four homes together. She has been there to comfort me through the loss of my grandma and more recently the loss of my father. She makes me feel safe and secure on late-night walks. She is never upset to see me, in fact, she is always right at the door ready to greet me whether I am away for 10 minutes or 10 days.
So, even though she is getting to be an old lady, she will always be my baby, my sweet potato, my bear bear, my winky, my pumpkin butt.
Happy Birthday May May,
Sara (aka: Mom)