Yesterday my puppy turned 14. Ok, she's not a puppy, but an old lady. I got her just before my 29th birthday, so Daisy has been with my throughout my 30s and now into my 40s. This is mind boggling to me. She has been my one daily constant, by that I mean she is the first thing I see in the morning and the last at the end of the day. She means the world to me. 

After a couple of weeks of having her, I caught myself thinking "If I don't learn how to love her, than I will never learn how to love." Thankfully, that didn't happen. She has been my rock through grieving the loss of my brother, break ups, heartaches, disappointments and losses. She got me up in the mornings when I had no desire to get up. Daisy gave me a purpose to be. I had the responsibility of walking, feeding and loving her. How I am ever grateful to have had her through the tough times in my life. 

Not only has she been there with me through the tough moments, she has also brought so much joy into my life. Because of her I met many people in each new home we have created. We have trekked through miles of woods and beaches together. She is my rock. Daisy is this sweet, silly, yet stubborn dog who knows what she wants. She's affectionate on her terms. And the truth is I wouldn't have it any other way. 

She has taught me to love. to explore and to simply be. I am honored to have her in my life and forever grateful that she continues to be with me.