The dog is nestled on my leg, in my lap, and sandwiched next to the arm of the couch. Stevie’s 10 years old today. He’s almost an 80 year-old-man. If I live until I’m 80, I hope I am still running and not bed-ridden, or worse, dead. 

I’ve had Stevie since I was 29 years-old. He’s been in my life through the happiest and saddest of moments. Everything. Stevie’s lived in all of the states I’ve lived in. He’s been there for everything from me dealing with a divorce to experiencing daily suicidal ideation. 

Stevie’s been my rock. He honestly saved me. 

Whether it’s waking up to a kiss on the cheek or a cute snoring sound, having Stevie by me every morning is truly one of my favorite things. Even if I am depressed and don’t want to leave the bed, I have this little creature who depends on me to live. Once I think of that, I feel more like I belong and that my life has meaning. 

Seeing how people react to Stevie warms my heart. He’s so lovable and excited around people, especially kids. When I hear kids laugh or squeal in excitement, it gives me joy. I love when I take him on walks and see people driving by smile and slow down their cars to see him up close. Stevie makes everyone smile. 

Having this little being in my life for a decade has truly changed my life. He’s helped light up my life in ways no one ever could. Stevie is the happiest dog you’ll know. He’s friendly, cuddly, and loving. Watching his tiny little tail wag when I talk makes me smile. 

Sometimes, I ask myself, is he real? And, I know he is. He’s all mine.

Happy Birthday Stevie! Here’s to more years together <3