Dad turned 82 this last week. Mom invited a few close friends here for his birthday dinner. Dad had a good time. Mom had worried about it, because sometimes having other people around can be very hard on Dad. I understand that completely. It was also my birthday, and there was no way I wanted any extra people in our house! I was happy to take a nap while everyone was here. Later, Mom gave me a small piece of the roast beef while she put things away. I also licked the ice cream spoon, but passed on the cake.

Because I don’t remember my birth mother, we don’t know for sure when I was born. Considering what a mess I was when I found my way to this back yard, I don’t think my arrival had been a happy occasion for my birth mom. My Mom and Dad, however, seem to be very happy that I am part of the family. Mom talked with the vet about my age. Dad’s birthday seemed to be a good date for me as well. Dad may be surprised at turning 82, but I knew I could turn 10. It has been a hard year, but I did it. I think we will plan a party when I reach a full year since my bout with cancer. I’m not sure just how we will celebrate, but I’m sure Mom will give me kisses. One day at a time.