Five years ago today, I said goodbye to my beautiful Abbie.
We spent sixteen wonderful years together..
If you knew me during that time, you probably heard me refer to her as "perfect" and "the best dog ever."
She was both those things.
Nowadays, I share my life with Darcy...
and Emma.
They're good dogs, but neither one of them is perfect.
Darcy is needy, fragile,
incredibly loud...
and more than a little bit weird.
Emma is sneaky and suspicious, fearful of people...
and unpredictably aggressive towards other dogs.
She's also every bit as weird as Darcy.
I love them dearly, but they're definitely not perfect.
And that's okay. I don't need them to be perfect. In fact, I like them just the way they are.
They may not be "the best dogs ever," but they're the best dogs for me right now. They make me very happy, and I am grateful to have them in my life.