It’s hard to believe that nine years ago today, the most beautiful being to grace my life was born in the filth of an impoverished home that didn’t want her there.  The runt of the litter became the light of my life and has been my canine soul mate for the last many years.

She entered my life at the tender age of 4.5 weeks old.  She was riddled with what seemed to be every parasite known to man.  Her little wormy belly and sad pathetic eyes let me know that pulling her out of that situation was the best possible thing for both of us.  She grew like a weed (once we took care of those nutrient sucking parasites) into the phenomenal little girl I’ve loved and shared my life with.

Even at nine years old, Luna continues to go above and beyond what you’d expect for a dog her age.  She rules the roost in our house over four other dogs.  She continues her career as a sport dog by weight pulling, dock diving, obedience and dabbling in agility – even with an injury at two years having threatened to end her career before it began.

I would have never believed that the tiny puppy who rode on my lap for months would become the dog who held my heart in her little paw.  The dog who helped me live when I thought my world would end so many times.  She is my heart.  She is my soul.  She is the rock and the bond that has held my soon-to-be husband and I together.

We love you Luna.  Here is to many, many more years.